The case was long ago. Driver of a washing machine in the asphalt
a road construction company, and the order was simple.
You do not have a job in the main position, you take the spat and help the rest.
But with the blade, it was even half the trouble, it was worse when it was put to regulate.
The movement.
On that day, a major repair of the road was done. The road not
wide, the lane there, the lane back, so while repaired one
side (kilometers 4-5 at once) to the second was organized reversible
The movement. For this, two men with races were separated from the composition of the brigade.
In turn, each of them, for 15 minutes, blocked the movement.
In the morning, I was put to roll. I stopped the movement, three
The cars patiently stood in the row, and, I have to say, while “my” cars
They will reach the end of the reverse lane until the opposite stream reaches me.
It takes 3 to 4 minutes, and at this moment Audi appears, licking around.
the line and leaned on me (I stood in the middle of the lane, the rest of the road
I was blocked by our equipment) drove the machete with my hand, tell me to pass.
I, in turn, say very politely: Stand up in line,
I have to wait 10 minutes. He asked me, “Who are you? Road Workers
I answered...
And here, without further conversations, he rests with a bumper in his legs and
He starts pushing me. I would jump to him on the hood or
falling on the road (deliberate crash when performing official duties)
with so many witnesses – good money could be
Cut off for closing the case), but instead I have adrenaline in my blood, “But
Five years later, “I’m still in a fever.
I wonder what to do next, but I don’t leave the road.
And then, he suddenly stops, turns on the rear and quickly leaves.
at the end of the row, which has grown greatly during this time.
I turn around and see: my colleagues, who previously sat peacefully on the
the asphalt layer in anticipation of the first asphalt wagon jump to the ground and
slowly, very slowly, as in American films about
Zombies are coming to my side. It should be noted that one day before
I did not drink on my birthday, but I did not drink.
Other responsibilities included the delivery of the brigade to the facility and back.
Started in the evening, continued in the bus.
And I think we did not stop there. In the morning, they looked very
and colorful. The likeness to the zombies was almost 100%. Unspoiled clouds
faces, eyes from the forehead, lowered hands, one with a scratch
Route of the Lope.
The spectacle was so funny that even the drivers in the row cheered.
My anger flew somewhere, and on their offer “Opt...t oh...go”
P...s” I said, “Well he’s on...”