February 17, 2018

Glazier’s Log : The Pick-up

Caz - the night dreamer Early a.m.  I see the muzzle flash and the bullet whirrs past my right ear. An explosion of broken glass behind me reminds me they need to upgrade that door panel to our LamGuard Security Glass. Diving to the floor I pull my weapon and roll to the left, firing four rounds at the flash as I stop, feet and elbows splayed. I hear a scream, then a cough. I crawl to where I dropped my torch and illuminate a scene of devastation. I scrunch over the broken, shattered glass. But where are the bodies? Suddenly, there’s a hideous screeching sound. Wha  . . . ? Aha. It’s my cell phone. I had nodded off again. I am called to secure a large window in a popular shopping strip. Some stupid accident. My truck comes to life with me. I slip in a Powderfinger CD, turn up the volume and purr off along the empty streets of Perth, the night’s litter fluttering in my wake.

The story – as told by the astonished driver to the cynical security guard, and retold to this even more cynical glazier – was that the “drive through” coffee he’d been nursing as he drove away had burnt his lips, causing him to spill it on his lap, which caused him to . . .  Well, you know how it goes: Distracted by the need to cool his goolies, he pulls the wheel sharply over, mounts the footpath, takes out a rubbish bin and manages to stop with only one front wheel in the actual shop. A life-like shop dummy draped in a slinky designer dress lies suggestively across his bonnet.

Scattered glass fragments lie thick, dressing the scene like snow flakes. Good stuff that Safety Glass, no jagged shards. Even her dress – hiked up and revealing – isn’t cut.

Excessive alcohol consumption may have been a contributing factor. The police are having a quiet word to him as I arrive and the breathalyser is being prepared. “You’re gone mister” I mutter to myself, and start boarding up the gaping shopfront.

After cleaning up the site, I cruise away into the dawn, job done. Our glaziers will have that shopfront like new before lunch time. My favourite track comes on. I crank up the volume and look at my new passenger for approval. She stares woodenly ahead, her nakedness a distraction.

Damn, I should have asked for the dress as well…..


Glazier’s Log : The Pick-up was last modified: September 15th, 2013 by Cedric & Rachel