Job

I had a job once, factory had a contract with the Army making compasses. All day on the drill press, next day on the milling machine. The girls would come out for lunch, we would hoot at them. They were dressed in white so they wouldn’t get radioactive from the glow in the dark letters they painted on the compasses. They were fun on lunch break, sometimes long lunch breaks, but I’m sure they all have cancer now.

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4 Responses to Job

  1. schlimmerkerl says:

    I remember reading about girls who, similarly, painted the glow-in-the-dark numbers on wristwatch dials. Because the numbers were small, they would lick the brushes to get a nice point. Let your imagination run wild…

  2. sheafo says:

    cancer…….or super powers? hopefully the latter.

  3. Nic Farra says:

    I like hooting.

    And hooters.

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