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Show pulled your plug?" Trying to be nice, you know, trying to make a little cheap conversation. "Shove it," he says. Alright fine, I think to myself, to hell with him. I got enough on my mind and he's right, I got no business taking on more, so I stick my head under the faucet and took my aspirin and went on out to the presses. Chuck's already on his and unloading, though it isn't even starting time yet, and when I get to mine I see I got the same three molds I had the day before. They were the same molds I'd had for a couple weeks now and I was getting to where I could make real fine time on them. That's the only way to your bonus and the only way to your sweet roll at Ontawa Rubber, to know your molds as well as you know your old lady's box. So I got presses four, five, and six and Donny's right across from me on nine, ten, and eleven, except that for a change I was pulling molds before he was-I'd been down the line once before he even came out from the John. On four I was pulling lens caps for Kodak, it was printed right on them so I know, on five I was using an air hose to pop out little nipples like you see on the end of eye droppers, and on six I was making boot heels. Sometimes the heels stick to the plate if I don't use enough soap and then I have to pry them off with a piece of flat brass, but all in all it was a pretty easy line and I was getting it down cold. |
