amusing vignette
Dec. 14th, 2007 08:47 amCompany owner comes in, the Big Cheese himself. He's a big guy, booming voice, probably in his early 60s, fairly fit, silver ponytail, still physically intimidating, probably six-five and well into the 200s in pounds.
He's carrying a large box that, while awkward, is not too heavy for him to carry-- he's a big fellow, after all.
He sets it down by the reception desk and takes one of the smaller items out of it, then says, mostly to himself, "Better bring the rest upstairs." He hefts the box again.
The production manager walks by, down from the factory on the 4th floor. She's a grandmother in her late 40s or so, about 5 feet even, probably 140 pounds, wearing a bulky gray sweatshirt. She's a rough but capable woman, who manages the work up on the factory floor and does a lot of heavy lifting herself. Her head reaches approximately to his elbow. She looks him up and down as he lifts the box.
"Want me to carry that?" she says.
I don't know, but it really made me giggle. Quietly.
He's carrying a large box that, while awkward, is not too heavy for him to carry-- he's a big fellow, after all.
He sets it down by the reception desk and takes one of the smaller items out of it, then says, mostly to himself, "Better bring the rest upstairs." He hefts the box again.
The production manager walks by, down from the factory on the 4th floor. She's a grandmother in her late 40s or so, about 5 feet even, probably 140 pounds, wearing a bulky gray sweatshirt. She's a rough but capable woman, who manages the work up on the factory floor and does a lot of heavy lifting herself. Her head reaches approximately to his elbow. She looks him up and down as he lifts the box.
"Want me to carry that?" she says.
I don't know, but it really made me giggle. Quietly.