|"Nic, clean all of these with toxic chemicals and a paint brush"|
|This is an industrial press similar to the ones used in my shop|
1. WTF? A GIRL in here?
2. Ummmmm.....where IS the stripper then?
3. She won't last 2 days after this! (I detected much glee with this one)
4. Who did she piss off to have to work here?
The stripper did end up showing up about 15 minutes later, much to the relief of the guys and the mortification of myself. I oftentimes wonder what the hell my dad thought of the fact that his lesson led me to be mistaken for a stripper....I do chuckle, now, but at the time you can believe the lesson was learned, and I can honestly say all that hard earned money, stripping machines of their grime, not me of my clothes, led to a marked improvement in my study skills and grades. Lesson learned, Dad!
I think the funniest (Now, not then) days must have been when my dad or uncle would visit the shop for business and see me working covered head to toe in metal shavings and grease. I literally had to strip to my skivvys at the entryway to the house before my parents would let me enter. I spent much time that summer with a needle digging out shavings from my hands, face, scalp, neck, etc....If nothing else, that experience taught me to work smarter not harder, and to dress ALWAYS in a way to NOT be mistaken as a stripper!
Until next time,
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