|But this does not count as rain. Whatever the hell came through lower Manhattan the other day was more like the kind of weather that gets a name and causes a manic run on Walmart. With one gust, the tarp flew off the truck. At that same moment, the guy with the clipboard was telling me that we had load on immediately or the ferry was leaving. Then the other dude in the blue shirt came by and told me that the truck looked too high. While I'm not crazy about his style of communication (yelling the same information at someone repeatedly), I was even less fond of what he was saying. Not fit? How is that possible? I cleared the size! What? Not fit?|
Also, I was really wet.
|But it did fit, by no more than a quarter-of-an-inch if it was a mile. |
After that, we crossed the top of the upper bay, unloaded the Dumpster, set up the roof and once we were all finished-- POOF: the sun came out.
Ended up being a beautiful day.