Posted Thu Dec 24, 2015 | 314 Words | Tagged story mechanic

Thanks to Alex for coming up with the idea for this. Imagine they’re mechanics, I’m really struggling for imagery in this area. (If anyone knows a treasure trove of mechanic photos please tell me!)

The new recruits always wear orange to show how they’re new and need showing the ranks of how we work in the garage. I met him on a night out in the town with me work mates. We always went out for a couple drinks after work in the pub.

Remember it a bit, my memory is a bit dull. The lad was going on saying how he recognised me from somewhere and how he knew who I was. True he knew me name but he was starting to really annoy me. I told him I hadn’t a clue who he was but he persisted.

My other mates thought we should recruit him. I’d never seen a recruiting before, being number 4 in the group. I had only just got my proper overalls. Shame they were so clean, but it’s the rules.

He started to walk off when he decided we wanted him with us. He was pissed so easily anyway. Any lad who walked into a serious pub like ours would do. Only serve proper strong stuff for us lot.

Damn he resisted a lot. He had to rewatch the spiral and smell our underwear three times before he came round to it. He fucking loved mine, course he did, kept them nice and full of sweat for him. He soon wanted this to him and joined in to us.

We got him on the spare bunk in our room. It’s just us lads who work in the garage. The boss prefers it this way anyway, privacy isn’t something we understand anyway.

He was such a good recruit. Works really hard in the garage and out of the garage.