Are construction workers easy to talk to?

omg now he's actually up on the porch!

****, I think he saw me.

my hair's a mess.

Can we not derail this thread anymore please? I started it in good faith, trying to find out what food construction workers eat, and you've somehow got me discussing my handsome barman.

Now tell me all about Construction workers and their liking for German Sausage.

I'm expecting the wurst.

Ok, how's this sound?

I walk out onto the porch, and act surprised that Roberto is there.

"Oh!" I'll say.

I think that's a good start, don't you?

The weathers been rather cool here at night, I could mention (casually of course) to Roberto that I think I have a burst pipe under my skirting, and that he might take a look into the dark recesses to find the source, and plug it.

It was 46 degrees F, 7 degrees C last night, do you think that would be cold enough to fool him into getting him to investigate?

Just lean on the bar and mumble. You'll get your larger. It works for me.

Won't work, unless you leave your panties on the bar.

I thought you were bringing the wurst.

A big commendable! for this thread derailment. A proper A2K tradition

And, speakin' of trains, . . .

I'm over him now. Bar workers are SO last week!

Do you think that farmers are naturally romantic?

It's just that I saw this.......



Sigh.......

With them you might sow some wild oats.
Unless of course, you happen to be a cereal killer.

I just brought some lawn bags out to Roberto.

He said he'd need more! Many more!

This is the breakthrough I've been loooking for. I'm going out to buy him as many lawn bags as he needs, more than he expects!

I don't know about the rest of you but I am on pins and needles.

Joe(I don't know which hurts more)Nation

Careful with Roberto - especially when he's in the bag!

And, speaking of being in the bag ... :

Lol.

So by the looks of it I'm assuming this is a a2k tradition. It's far too cold out to go down to the construction site. My friend has to take her mother to the ER, so this is postponed once again. Actually was about to due to the cold weather any ways. There's not many of their trucks in the lot, and I doubt he's out working in the cat as you're only limited to so much work you can do when everything is frozen. Definitely couldn't work with dirt

We're all warming our hands by the construction stove so to speak. A little chat by the fire. An old A2K tradition....when boredom sets in.

I like how you phrased that. And Lol, it's pretty entertaining. Especially when our very own construction worker on here jumps in. Mostly likely not going til next week as the brutal cold is continuing this week as well as a upcoming snow storm So keep the entertainment rocking! Lol

Thank you joe for your support in this. I really need it right now.

Here's what happened since my last post, hopefully it will calm some of your worries about me.

I drove as quickly as I could over to the nearest Target, about 2.5 miles away. I must have looked like a crazy person, looking all over for paper lawn bags. Finally I ran across one of the Target red shirts and almost collapsed in her arms, pleading with her to help me find these bags. She seemed to understand my dilemma, even without me mentioning Roberto by name. We were quite close to the prize, but....and this I'm finding hard to write.....they only had PLASTIC lawn bags. I was sure I was making a mistake, but what else was I to do? I bought them. There, I said it. I bought a box of plastic lawn bags.

Well, where else could things go but downhill?

I ran back to the car and got back on the road as quickly as I could. Looking down, I just about fainted behind the wheel, seeing that the low fuel indicator had lit up!

Oh come on! At a time like this?!
I decided to cast my entire life to the Fates, and pulled into a 7-11, and quickly purchased enough gas to see me through Friday, when a new credit card cylce starts.

I sped the remaining mile home, roaring and skidding into the driveway, only to see....I hope everyone is sitting down.....Wally standing there talking to Roberto!!!!!!!!!

What was he doing home? Did he know how easy Roberto was to talk to? Think chai, think!!

Wally walks towards me, I sense his ire. Or maybe it was just gas. I look beyond Wally, and Roberto glances up at me. I can see it in his eyes, him saying "Be careful, watch what you say"

I steel myself, calling upon all my strength. With Roberto's silent support, I suddenly feel all the tension flowing away from me. I can deal with this, and I will.

I hand Wally the box of plastic lawn bags and in a steady voice said "Would you please give these to Roberto? He said he needed them."

Oh the humanities! Wally looks at me and says "The recycling truck won't take the lawn trimmings and branches off unless they're in paper bags." I quickly tried to explain, but Wally didn't seem interested. What was preoccupying him? As if I didn't know.

Coldly it seemed, he said "Don't worry, Bill has extra paper lawn bags in his shed. I'll just borrow some from him" and before I could even absorb all this, he had gone, leaving me standing there, holding a box of plastic lawn bags, with fortunately, my back turned to Roberto. I'm so glad he couldn't see my face just then.

Did I keep the receipt? Thankfully, yes.

Oh God, that bitch. Needing to go to the ER at a time like this?

Some people just cannot get their priorities straight.

ER is emergency room. Hospital. She's not doing too well. It's frustrating getting postponed, but the frigid weather also corresponds. Is a factor