tap, tap, thud
So . . . I'm at work and pounding nails, and cutting boards and all. All is well with the universe.
I have to install a joist hanger to carry the load of a ceiling joist. That's the board thingie that is in the ceiling that the drywall thingie is stuck to. This joist is very close to the wall and there is not a lot of room with which to work. To get the nails in I have to hold the nail between my index and middle finger in a cigarette fashion. I am about to pound it home when a voice goes off in my head. Whom ever it was, he is lonely and it echos in there.
He says "If you miss . . . you're going to smack your fingers very hard. The space to swing is very limited and you're not that great at hammering. That's why they call you "lightning" with a hammer. . . you never hit the same place twice. He then laughs and I think I heard a rim-shot and him mentioning something about tipping your waiter. OK two things. First, this guy has a lot of nerve calling my carpentry skills into question. Secondly, he's not that funny.
What is interesting is that I can remember hearing this guy many times in the past. Once when I was going to get into a boat that was just a little too far from the dock. "Nice one" he says. Then once when I was going to ride my bike off the retaining wall to a perfect landing. "You look good as a scab" he chortles. Then there was the physics lesson about equal and opposite reactions. Hitting a car tire with a bat and having it come "back-at-ya" so fast you can't get your head out of the way. All he could say then was "I've heard of a double chin before but a double forehead . . .". And then he holds his sides like they hurt and he can't breath.
And so I continue with the maneuver.
I'm told that they will stop throbbing when the pressure in the blood blister under the nail either pops or all the excess fluid finally clears.
"Oh, knock it off. You're not that funny".
For now . . .
I have to install a joist hanger to carry the load of a ceiling joist. That's the board thingie that is in the ceiling that the drywall thingie is stuck to. This joist is very close to the wall and there is not a lot of room with which to work. To get the nails in I have to hold the nail between my index and middle finger in a cigarette fashion. I am about to pound it home when a voice goes off in my head. Whom ever it was, he is lonely and it echos in there.
He says "If you miss . . . you're going to smack your fingers very hard. The space to swing is very limited and you're not that great at hammering. That's why they call you "lightning" with a hammer. . . you never hit the same place twice. He then laughs and I think I heard a rim-shot and him mentioning something about tipping your waiter. OK two things. First, this guy has a lot of nerve calling my carpentry skills into question. Secondly, he's not that funny.
What is interesting is that I can remember hearing this guy many times in the past. Once when I was going to get into a boat that was just a little too far from the dock. "Nice one" he says. Then once when I was going to ride my bike off the retaining wall to a perfect landing. "You look good as a scab" he chortles. Then there was the physics lesson about equal and opposite reactions. Hitting a car tire with a bat and having it come "back-at-ya" so fast you can't get your head out of the way. All he could say then was "I've heard of a double chin before but a double forehead . . .". And then he holds his sides like they hurt and he can't breath.
And so I continue with the maneuver.
I'm told that they will stop throbbing when the pressure in the blood blister under the nail either pops or all the excess fluid finally clears.
"Oh, knock it off. You're not that funny".
For now . . .
posted by Tgears at 8:48 PM
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