Write about: the nut.
Work was a little hectic first thing this morning at Public Works. Had a voicemail waiting for me, three or four relatively urgent emails in my inbox, and I needed to get the coffee going for the crew (they arrive for a 15 minute break at 10 and it's nice to have their coffee ready for them when they get there).
Got through that, had a few other things to deal with, then headed for Town Hall. Where I had zero phone calls and no one walk in needing anything.
So, the opposite of yesterday, basically.
I was realizing last week that I hadn't shared any pictures from the bakery. Now that things have slowed down a bit, I actually had time to pull out my phone to take this:
Going left to right, we've got butter tarts, chocolate croissants, regular croissants, cinnamon buns, and focaccia. Oh, and on the shelves in the background there are preserves, oils, and bags of coffee. Just out of sight are the shelves holding the loaves of bread.
It is amazing I haven't put on fifty pounds since I started working there. I suppose never having time to stop moving while I'm there helps with that.
Mine:
"Looks like you're missing a nut, sir."
"Or is it a bolt, brother?"
"Beats me. I can never keep those two straight."
"Well, he's definitely missing one of the two, wouldn't you say, brother?"
"Oh yes. Clearly you're missing a nut, sir."
"Or a bolt."
"Yes, or a bolt."
"Whichever the round one is, sir."
"That's a nut? Really? Are you sure about that?"
"I mean, with all due respect, sir... you're not a mechanic, after all."
"Quite right. Not like me and my brother here."
"Well, if you say so. A nut it is. I guess."
"Either way! Rest assured, sir, we'll have your truck back on the road in no time!"
"Though I'm pretty damned sure it's a bolt tha-"
"Let it go, dear brother. Let it go."
