True Story Tuesday by Mr. Daddy

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NIGHT SHIFT

Well my night shift days in the logging camp just seemed to be fraught with perils, and as if there were not enought of those around already, it seemed as if every clown that had ever applied to work at that establishment was placed on my shift....

So if there wasn't some mischievous mischief going down someone was always getting hurt...

On this particular occasion we had a co-worker that was nicknamed The Goat Roper. For no particular reason that I can recall other than his Dad had quite a bit of land and they ran cattle, and he was a dead ringer for the nefarious Alfred E. Newman....

Yep the gap in the teeth, reddish hair and freckles, a cow lick and yes indeed those stick me out ears that just begged to be teased about... (Lord I apologize) and the most incredible ability to get into the most boneheaded predicaments.

Like putting a bottle jack under the pan of a Cummings engine without any blocking and pushing the jack right on up through it, then diving head first into the oily mess on the floor as if that was going to solve anything...

Well it seemed as if we just went from calamity to calamity with the Roper...

On this night he was pounding out some anchor pins on a brake just before lunch, and smacked the back of his hand with a sledge hammer. He was jumping up and down and howling pretty good (kinda like it hurt or something).  We got him all calmed down and everyone headed to the lunch room.

Every one dove into the lunch bags and started wolfing down their food...

Every one but the Roper that is...

He just slunk into the room and took the first available bench and just kinda slumped down. We were all poking fun at him about being a wuss, but the typical fire just wasn't there. He started to get a lot paler and more sick looking; and we all being just a bunch of dumbass kids just poked more fun the paler he got...

The boss walked in about then and the Roper just slumped forward and almost off his seat.  The boss grabbed him and shook him but no response...

He started to yell at him ROPER,,, shake, shake, ROPER....wake up.... no response... Shake alittle harder.....ROPER...no response... He grabs him by the front of the shirt and proceeds to slap the crap outta him....ROPER, wake up...

Now this was some real down-to-earth violence in the workplace, I kid you not.....LOL

It did seem to do the trick though - the Roper start to come around, got a little green and puked all over the lunch room floor...

Did I mention that every one had dove into their nose bags????

Yeah well out of the 15 or so guys in the lunch room, 4 or 5 of them had a VERY week stomach...

Yep it was a concerted upchuck convention... LOL

I grabbed my pail and headed for fresher air... with less hostility....

And after receiving a sore hand, and only minor bruising and swelling about the head and shoulders from the boss man, the Goat Roper survived to be the beneficiary of many more thoughtful and slightly less-than-lethal endeavors from his always kind and caring co-workers.

The last I had heard, he was progressing quite nicely from his nervous breakdown.
And with continued therapy might even achieve some semblance of normality....

That is mostly hearsay as I haven't talked to any of the old crew for several years now.

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