Well, the demo is done. The demolition team came in Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday morning. Now my patio is gone. They took it all. Concrete is next -- I will meet them this morning (Friday). This is Olivia attempting to run the Cat. She made a video, too...
The demo crew, I am told, was not a complement of full-time employees. Ours was such a relatively small job that a regular crew was unwarranted. There were two, Steve and Junior, and they were great. The rest of the 'humpers' were temps. The first day there were two women among the temp crew. It was hard to get a good look at them through their hard hats and sweat.
The first one was ugly. What she lacked in teeth she made up in height. She was tall -- around six feet. She had no upper teeth so she swallowed her whole face when she chewed. And swore. From under her hardhat she had kinda reddish straw hair that looked like a wig. Very damaged. And split ends. A makeover nightmare if you know what I mean. I wouldn't know where to start. Maybe if I shipped her off to Tampa she could have some real professionals help her find her fountain of youth. She lasted one day.
The second 'girl' was hard. About five feet tall, she looked like she ate as much concrete as she tossed. If I had to write her story it would go something like this: She has one kid, came-out-sideways-she-didn't-scream-or-nuthin' style. Temporary demolition crew worker by day, UFC cage fighter by night -- men's, that is. Pays more. She lights her next cigarette with her last one. She has a wheezy, phlegm laugh. She drinks Heineken Extra Dark. Nobody would do her for fear it would snap off. How do I explain the kid? She got knocked up in a bar fight.
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