By Jacky Lang
Between semesters and during summers, I worked construction to pay for my share of the rent, beer, and pizza. I imagined stories of my manual labor would spice up my lectures one day and prove to students that unlike other professors I understood the real world. The work kept me tan and ripped without going to the gym.
What a pompous ass I was.
“Hey, professor,” my boss was yelling again, “get that damn thing moving.”
“Okay. I’m going.”
Older. Flabbier. Still giving lectures in my head. A silent class.
The mini backhoe roared to life. No rest for a gravedigger.
Good one!
My son recently said to me “A year is nothing”. Time flies, all too often leaving us and our dreams behind.
Excellent
What I like about this story is the way the tale is told with an economy of words and the twist in the tale.
I loved this one.
I didn’t think him pompous at all. Obviously, his boss did. This made me sad he remained stuck. I would have wanted to be in one of his classes.
Thank you everyone for taking the time to read and comment. JL
Poignant. Well done!
Fantastic job creating a sympathetic character and a full story in only 101! Very strong piece
Super. Every word was slotted in nicely. He may not be rich, but his daydreams are.