It was a sandblasting and spraypainting business all done under the open sky. It was an opening surrounded by trees, the kind you see where captive people escape and run into the trees in terror. Broken equipment lay everywhere and we were led into his office where 3 large portly men were taping up pumps for spraying. There had an inbred wild charm about them that gave you the feeling of a deer facing oncoming truck lights.
They also very seldom looked you in the eye and the boss man had 3 of his front teeth missing and his very disturbing lisp had the menace of a mountain evangelist about him. I did my inspection, always keeping them in sight and being very sure not to accidently photograph them. My concern was that the flash might suddenly cause them to turn on me like the Kardashian girls on a single male.
I wrote my report sitting on a semi torn wobbly chair that seemed to draw me in like a pitbull wagging its tail. Then time to leave and I stood slowly, smiled and walked into the open. One followed and 2 sized me up making me feel all kinds of violated. Was it my imagination or did he hold my hand a little too long when we shook hands goodbye and then he shook hands again. Short memory scan or was he confirming my scent?
If I heard the slightest hint of duelling banjos, it was my intention to run into the forest screaming like the audience at an Oprah Christmas Special.
I did not ask for the restroom in case I stumbled across a chained decomposing body of a cheerleader or worse, a pink floral design toilet with knitted toilet seat cover.In my line of work I get to see some out of the ordinary people and places and it makes me appreciate city life so much more.
Nite all.
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