We had to wait for the check to clear.
Headed down to Gilroy again. Mike drove this time, he's got a proper rack on his truck.
The old guy was a completely different animal today. He even cracked a few jokes.
Forklifted the three slabs onto to the truck, wrestled 'em down by hand when we got back to my place.
Giving some orders.
Ken's a gruntin' here.
Henry said he would drop by and help me when I needed it. I can already feel my muscles buffing up from moving these a thousand times.
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