You guys are starting to make me nervous.
How do you know these things?
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Have you been following me around?
When I was a young buck, in the starving, pre-starving student mode. I worked as a highway department inspector for projects constructed by others in the right of way.
I was inspecting a pipeline contractor putting a 24-inch high pressure natural gas line in, and we had about half a mile of trench opened up at about 0200, and were starting to backfill. A guy who had just left the bar and was stumbling drunk, came through the barricades trying to get to the front entry to his apartment complex, and dropped his front axle in the trench. The super and I went over to see what it would take to get him out of our way, and explain how to get to his apartment. He went AH, and started cussing us out, saying nasty things about our families, etc. He was winding himself up to get in a fight. All the while the laborers had gathered around behind him with their shovels.
He got himself wound up, and toed up on me. At which point the Super informed him that if he swung, the laborers would smack him in the head with their shovels, and they would bury him under the pipe, drive his car down the block to the nearest bar, and no one would know where he went to for at least a hundred years. And while this was gong on the foreman called the police and they rolled in to arrest him for DUI, and have his car towed to the impound.
After things calmed down, the Super and I were talking, and I asked him if they really would have buried the guy. His response: I ain’t ever needed to, but rumor is my daddy, and my uncles have more than once. And, everybody on the job, is a son or nephew of them.”