Fringe Benefits
We moved offices at the end of last year, moving from suburban Shire - complete with 4 crappy cafes and one aweseome Thai place - to Industrial Illawarra.
The benefits are:
Closer to work (20 minutes on a bad day!)
The downsides are:
Working in an Industrial Estate where the only food servery is 'Try our Buns' (or "show us your buns" as I insist on calling it, for some unknown, inexplicable reason) - this your typical sandwich operation - opens early and closes at 2. So if, as is often the case, I completely forget to eat lunch at a reasonable hour, I'm stuffed*.
But this all pales into insignificance when one realises the true benefit of the move...
Awesome Perving Opportunities.
The engineering firm next door lets out at 3:30, and everyday there is one twentysomething guy who trundles out in his overalls (with extra-special Hi-Viz patches!) and strips down right outside my window. He is obviously a neat freak who doesn't want dirt and grime on his fluffy car seats, so he dumps the dirty overalls in the boot, pulls on some shorts and then drives away...
Every Single Day.
I'm trying not to look, but it's turning into a competetion with myself to guess what colour undies he's wearing that day - I swear his mum has bought him a pack of those 7 day colour-coordinated ones.
He even did it this afternoon in the pouring rain...
Not that I was looking....
Golly is it getting hot in here...?
Sheesh! It's hardly surprising my subconscious has renamed the sandwich bar...
*Eh - It's a default diet, I can live with that...
The benefits are:
Closer to work (20 minutes on a bad day!)
The downsides are:
Working in an Industrial Estate where the only food servery is 'Try our Buns' (or "show us your buns" as I insist on calling it, for some unknown, inexplicable reason) - this your typical sandwich operation - opens early and closes at 2. So if, as is often the case, I completely forget to eat lunch at a reasonable hour, I'm stuffed*.
But this all pales into insignificance when one realises the true benefit of the move...
Awesome Perving Opportunities.
The engineering firm next door lets out at 3:30, and everyday there is one twentysomething guy who trundles out in his overalls (with extra-special Hi-Viz patches!) and strips down right outside my window. He is obviously a neat freak who doesn't want dirt and grime on his fluffy car seats, so he dumps the dirty overalls in the boot, pulls on some shorts and then drives away...
Every Single Day.
I'm trying not to look, but it's turning into a competetion with myself to guess what colour undies he's wearing that day - I swear his mum has bought him a pack of those 7 day colour-coordinated ones.
He even did it this afternoon in the pouring rain...
Not that I was looking....
Golly is it getting hot in here...?
Sheesh! It's hardly surprising my subconscious has renamed the sandwich bar...
*Eh - It's a default diet, I can live with that...
posted by actonb at 4:18 pm
3 Comments:
So amusing. I wonder if he even realises he is providing vicarious thrills?
im so happy that the appeal of a tradie isnt lost on you. xx
TC - I have a feeling he may do, as he couldn't have parked any closer to my window than he did yesterday...
Mex - Oh, I get the appeal all right!
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