As the truck came to a halt outside the property I went to jump out the passenger side. Unfortunately, my foot caught on the door . . . the result of which was a horizontal dive straight into a puddle below.
There was much mirth. Even the woman waving at us from the front door shared a chuckle. However, it should be noted at this point, it was the last time anything remotely funny happened on this job . . .
A twenty two year old having a stroke is highly unlikely . . . but not impossible I imagine.
However, forgive me for not feeling a surge of adrenaline when the job came down as “Red 2. CVA. Weak, numb, head pain”. So, I brushed off the thousands of pistachio nut casings from my lap into the drivers well, put on my seat belt and sped off toward the job. Continue reading
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