Posted Mon Oct 19, 2015 | 316 Words | Tagged story workie mechanic

He was just walking past the garage he did on his way to work, when this time instead of the friendly smile he got from the mechanics, he felt a punch to his face knocking him out. 

He awoke in the office chair, feeling his hands died down, and his mouth gagged. He couldn’t even move his chest as it ha been taped down.

He could see he wasn’t dressed in the clothes he had went out in the morning. Instead of his clean office shirt and trousers, was a dirty used boiler suit and his arms had been rolled up. He felt a bit of air blow around and was sure he had less hair than he was used to.

“You can feel it can’t ya? Always lookin at us on the way to your office. We all know you wonna be like us, that stupid smart place got you too smart for your own good”

He was right, the suit felt warm and fitting, and just right. They got to work, leaving me in the back only able to watch them listening to the radio they were playing. It was strange, it felt oddly relaxing just to listen and watch.

When it was lunch time, they let me out of the chair and took me down the road to the cart for a burger. I ate it down like it was the same every day. Someone from the of…. place I think I worked past. I worked in an office? Nah, can’t be right. They didn’t see anything different, all as normal.

That afternoon got the fuckin pile of shit car workin. Boss is gonna be happy with me. Love getting dirty workin on the cars at the garage. My suit shows how much grease I love, gets dirtier by the day but I don’t mind, it’s nice once you get used to it.