Posted Tue Dec 15, 2015 | 206 Words | Tagged story workie

Adam was a banker in central London. He would get the tube like most people, but he would always be rude on the phone shouting on about the loud noise coming from the construction site for Crossrail. Always complaining about something and the builders picked up on it. They were slaving away so that posh twats like him could get to work a little easier. In their fancy office buildings not doing any hard work.

That was until one day they waited around the usual site entrance he’d pass complaining. They grabbed him, stuffed his face with one of their smelly rigger boots. The smell got to him instantly, taking him back. They took him in, leaving just his expensive phone on the path, still active on his call with someone shouting “ADAM ADAM ADAM?”

They got him in some hi-viz clothes once he had taken in enough of the smell to make his mind so cloudy and hard to think for at least the whole day. You can still see the shirt he put on this morning. He smiled for the first time in a few years. I think he’s going to like his new job, even if it is a lot of hard work