Thirty years ago today
It was my second day working for Mr Mover. I worked in the rain with the owner's son Tod and a guy named Paul moving the job that we'd packed on Friday. A washer fell on my left foot but it seemed to be okay. My foot I mean.
We got back to the shop at 16:00. Tod said he'd give me a ride to the subway in ten minutes but more than half an hour later he still wasn't ready to leave. Someone else gave me a lift.
I got home around 18:00 to find my door unlocked and the window too. I was pissed off until Nancy came in and told me a few minutes later that she didn't have a key anymore.
We had a fight later over spaghetti. She went home but not because of the argument.
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