Posted Thu Dec 24, 2015 | 430 Words | Tagged story mechanic can't remember if i wrote this or not

I was getting my lunch from the fast food place as usual on the Friday. I liked to treat myself on a Friday after a hard week in my office job trying to finish software that was meant to be done yesterday, the usual. Typing away trying to make things work.

The area I lived in was under a bit of a redevelopment, so it had a mix of brand new offices, new flats, council houses and a few small bits of industry like car garages.

I hated the usual people who came into the place. Usually clueless self entitled idiots who didn’t really care to even make their minds up over what they were ordering. I lost track of what I was doing when I saw this guy. I’m not usually attracted to those kinds of guys, but something was really doing it for me.

I almost froze when I heard him speak. The fact he was wearing his boiler suit didn’t mean much to me. So what if I worked in an office, I quite liked guys in any profession.

Shit. I must have stared too much. He sat next to me. Even started chatting to me. Asking what I do. I didn’t sound too enthusiastic. I asked about his work and he seemed quite happy. He said he just loved getting under cars, getting dirty, getting them working again.

He invited me to visit the garage after lunch. Something wildly possessed me to just go ahead with whatever he wanted. Was it the smell of oil getting to me? I wasn’t too sure.

When I got to the garage, we first stopped at the office. I assumed it was a quick look but he stopped me dead in my tracks and told me to change. He said the boss doesn’t allow anyone out into the garage unless they’re dressed properly. I was ordered to put on his spare change of clothes.

Following orders I put on his boxers with pictures of spanners on, his spare red overalls, thick socks and rigger boots. All of them looked like they hadn’t been washed for a while, but something felt so right about wearing it. Heck it even made me smile going out of my way to be dirty.

He showed me around and then ordered me to start moving the deliveries into the right place. Something inside of me just allowed me to just do it, and not worry about anything else. I don’t remember anything else, I’m just one of the mechanics. That’s all I’ve ever been right?