Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Loading my CNC mill into the last empty container. I didn't even bother trying with my forklifts. This lift belongs to the Brewery, the place I've lived for eight years and am now leaving.

The guy who helped me was really good. When he was done, I asked him if he drank beer, thinking I'd get him a six-pack as a tip, but he said no. Then I tried to offer him a cash tip, saying: "go buy yourself something." He replied: "That's cool, man. Why don't you go buy yourself some beers."

Oh well, I tried.


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