Posted Wed Oct 7, 2015 | 226 Words | Tagged story

I was walking back to work in the office job from my lunch break on a wet and rainy day, which meant trying to dodge the many of the puddles. I almost made it across a large one when a large van drove the entire contents of the puddle over me.

My shirt and tie, and my trousers were soaked. And I had a meeting in an hour. This was the worst day as this meeting could save the company and now I had ruined my clothes.

One of the construction workers, presumably the manager asked me over and apologised and asked if I’d like to at least get some dry clothes on. He took me into his office and reluctantly I pulled on the obviously worn tracksuit and high visibility polo shirt. At least it had a collar.

He handed me a cup of tea. It was at least something warm, and my clothes were drying off. The tea wasn’t great, but the more I drank it, the more it seemed alright. I felt really tired after drinking it and I was sure I nodded off.

I stretched as I got up, it must have been morning already. I pulled on my gloves and got to work. Loved working in my gear on the site, nice and easy for the simple people like me huhu.