My nerves cringed every time this guy hoofed it around the top of the water tower; the heels of his work boots treading lightly on a steel platform 130 feet off the ground. His dance with death high up there was eye-riveting and I found myself envying the man.
I finished my lunch then climbed back into my pickup and headed back to the office for three-and-a-half hours of sitting on my ass at the keyboard; the whole while in the company of females. I wonder if guys like him have ever envied guys like me?
Later, I saw his company truck and trailer parked at one of our two local eateries. He and his crew were likely having lunch. I didn't have time to stop or I would have gone inside and shook his hand and told him that he performed admirable, if not entertaining, solo work.
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