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There was no one there at the building site when he arrived with his lunch and tools. He stood around for an hour or so but no one came. It was cold and the wind was keen. He sipped from his flask and ate a sandwich or two unsure what to do. No point in staying he mused and packed up his things and left. It snowed on his way to the station and felt colder than before. He got home and drank a hot drink and finished his sandwiches and sat and listened to jazz. When the work manager rang that evening and asked how it went. He said "Nobody showed." "Go back tomorrow" the manager said. "Don't think so" he replied. The manager repeated his request. He put down the phone and turned up the gramaphone.
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
No Show 1965.
There was no one there at the building site when he arrived with his lunch and tools. He stood around for an hour or so but no one came. It was cold and the wind was keen. He sipped from his flask and ate a sandwich or two unsure what to do. No point in staying he mused and packed up his things and left. It snowed on his way to the station and felt colder than before. He got home and drank a hot drink and finished his sandwiches and sat and listened to jazz. When the work manager rang that evening and asked how it went. He said "Nobody showed." "Go back tomorrow" the manager said. "Don't think so" he replied. The manager repeated his request. He put down the phone and turned up the gramaphone.
TerryCollett
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
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