I wasn’t going to do it, but the opportunity presented itself. He was standing on the catwalk over kettle 8, talking to me over his shoulder.
he is a whiner, and a snitch, and a wiseass, and it suddenly occurred to me that one little shove….
he barely squeaked as he hit 8000 gallons of molten lead and disappeared.
I would have stayed and admired my handywork, but it was lunchtime, and I had lasagna.
The afternoon was beautiful. Sun shining, a light breeze, and no whining.