The other day Randi got back from her little interim job. When she arrived we still had part of a bag of M&Ms from the guy who came when she left. That evening when I got out to the box:
Randi: I've been munching on these M&Ms, I don't know whose they are.
Me: Jack left them, so they're for whoever wants them.
Randi: Haha
Me: He also left a big pot of spaghetti in the fridge, if you want some.
Randi: Hahahahahahaha (nearly in tears)
I have no idea why that was so funny, but the scene itself makes me laugh.
Today's Exploit:
The other night I went to the bar with the other "Directional" people. This was a group of 6 people: 2 DDs, 2 Turbine hands, and 2 MWDs.
Randi was taking a nap when everyone got ready, so she wore a pair of shorts (her legs are about 9 feet long, and the shorts were made for a normal person). So she caused quite a stir when we showed up.
Everyone was a little crazy because we were stuck, and didn't really have any work to do until they got un-stuck, or decided to leave the tools that were stuck in the well.
The turbine guys had started drinking at about noon, so they were already in a good mood. The DDs got their country and classic rock tunes going on the jute box, Randi had about 3 beers in the first 5 minutes we were there.
We were off to a rockin' start! I watched a few games of Pool, learned to play Darts and heard crazy stories from the, now drunk, guys I'm working with.
Toward the end of the night the police came into the bar to see how things were going. By then I was stayig to make sure the last two guys made it back to the rig, so the three night people were there. Trev, the turbine guy, got very panicked and asked for the keys to the truck so that he could sit out there. I, not being very trusting, went outside to unlock the truck for him.
In the time it took him to get in the vehicle, Rob decided he was ready to go as well. But they wanted to stop for some fast food.
The first place was closed, so they opted for another. That place was closed as well, so they settled for a gas station. By the time we got there Trev was snoring in the back seat. Rob and I went in, and he got about $20 worth of snacks: chips, crackers, Gatorade, sandwiches, ect.
We got back in the truck and, after a short debate about the correct way to turn onto the highway, headed back to the rig. (We may have driven for hours if I'd listened to the crazy drunk)
Rob spent the entire ride to the rig yelling crazy stories, trying to wake Trev, or get some sort of reaction. He told him that the cops were here an wanted to know where they lived, that the mean company man wanted to talk to him, anything nasty he could think of. To no avail.
We got back, and I got them into the trailers. I had to go inside for a moment, and when I got back out Trev had lost both his teeth (a bridge) and his dog. We were able to find the dog.
Never did find the teeth. Whoops...
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