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So, we have a length of steel at work that weighs 100 kilos (about 220 lbs). It's long and thick and vaguely phallic.
Without going into the intricacies of things, we had to maneuvre our phallus through an unreachable window and we didn't really feel qualified to cope with it. Something that big is rather more than the vast majority of girls can handle, even with a buddy to spread the load. We were at a bit of a loss, but had booked in some boys we know to come round this weekend to help us out.
On my way back from lunch, I noticed that the workmen who've been down our street were just completing a similar job. (Just to be clear, I'm not coveting their expertise or equipment, or saying that we wouldn't have coped without them. I'm perfectly happy with my skillset - it's just that I understand there are certain times when it's really, really nice to have someone big and muscled and experienced on board). I went back to workhouse to tell C, who's got far less shame than me and can strike up premeditated conversation with practically anyone, as long as they're male and she probably won't see them again.
We approached the workmen and smiled sweetly and asked if they'd mind maybe coming and having a look and seeing if they could help at all with our big shiny phallus. We'd barely got back when they showed up with three friends, and proceeded to do all the hard work, sweating and grunting and all. This had been nagging at me all week, making me tense. I was so relieved I actually wanted to hug them.
But it goes on! I went to the shops and bought a crate of beer to give them for their pains. We went over to the large, dark, damp hole they'd been digging, and hung out with them for a few minutes. Then, one of them asked if we did this sort of thing a lot - we winced, sort of embarrassed - a lot of people think we're weird for it. He went on to rummage around and find all sorts of goodies to gift us with. We went back to work with literally armfuls of protective gear in various colours and sizes. I doubt we'll see them again - after all this I suspected the youngest one was working up to asking one of us out, but he was just being friendly.
I have been smiling ever since. I don't like to play the damsel card because it seem manipulative and unfair, but they gave every indication of being really happy to help out, no strings attached. They were completely lovely - people are great.
Without going into the intricacies of things, we had to maneuvre our phallus through an unreachable window and we didn't really feel qualified to cope with it. Something that big is rather more than the vast majority of girls can handle, even with a buddy to spread the load. We were at a bit of a loss, but had booked in some boys we know to come round this weekend to help us out.
On my way back from lunch, I noticed that the workmen who've been down our street were just completing a similar job. (Just to be clear, I'm not coveting their expertise or equipment, or saying that we wouldn't have coped without them. I'm perfectly happy with my skillset - it's just that I understand there are certain times when it's really, really nice to have someone big and muscled and experienced on board). I went back to workhouse to tell C, who's got far less shame than me and can strike up premeditated conversation with practically anyone, as long as they're male and she probably won't see them again.
We approached the workmen and smiled sweetly and asked if they'd mind maybe coming and having a look and seeing if they could help at all with our big shiny phallus. We'd barely got back when they showed up with three friends, and proceeded to do all the hard work, sweating and grunting and all. This had been nagging at me all week, making me tense. I was so relieved I actually wanted to hug them.
But it goes on! I went to the shops and bought a crate of beer to give them for their pains. We went over to the large, dark, damp hole they'd been digging, and hung out with them for a few minutes. Then, one of them asked if we did this sort of thing a lot - we winced, sort of embarrassed - a lot of people think we're weird for it. He went on to rummage around and find all sorts of goodies to gift us with. We went back to work with literally armfuls of protective gear in various colours and sizes. I doubt we'll see them again - after all this I suspected the youngest one was working up to asking one of us out, but he was just being friendly.
I have been smiling ever since. I don't like to play the damsel card because it seem manipulative and unfair, but they gave every indication of being really happy to help out, no strings attached. They were completely lovely - people are great.
