Way past common sense past the Dairy Queen, the county line

It’s Sunday morning, and the sun is rising.

Last night my co-worker, the rizzler drove to work on his own. He finally got his third vehicle. It’s a big boy truck. He was gushing. I indulged him. He sat out in it for a while, he took his friends out to look at it.

He is however, too short to see in the engine bay. I told him that I had a small stool for him. I don’t think he heard me. Then I had a thought:

When we go over to OG Shady Acres, I’m going to grab the stool, and look for a couple of wrenches, and maybe a small socket set for him. Then I remembered that every vehicle should have a set of jumper cables. So I’ll grab a set as well.

And since he’s working with the creepy guy today, I’ll deliver them to him today. It’ll be a nice surprise for him. He’s a good kid that’s been dealt a shitty hand. So if I can be a good influencing adult in his life, I’ll take it.

So long story short, he had a pretty good shift. He’s way too excited to work, when he just wants to drive. He was even showing responsibility last night; he was invited to a couple of parties, and his response: “I can’t, I have to work in the morning.”

The featured image is the result of him asking me if he could raise his aura if he took pictures of his truck against the sunset. I said yes of course. Do what you need to do. As he’s running out of the store I hear, “Thank you! You’re the best coworker ever!”

I took a couple of pictures, and sent them to him as well. I’ll miss the routine of driving him home, and the sneaky selfies he’d take. He’s even offered to drive me to and from work one day when we’re working together. 🤣