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Show 87 Donny's molds, though, had been getting tougher lately. He's a hell of a big guy and I guess they figured he ought to be able to handle more. The day before they gave him two of those mothers you're supposed to use a chain hoist just to open they're so heavy, but after he got mad he wouldn't use it, just opened them with his hands, slamming back those big lids against the press so that I thought sure he was going to break something, the mold or the press or maybe his back. The super had been around and said to use the hoist but Donny told him to lay off, maybe if he had better molds he would be a little more careful. Well Donny's not the kind of guy you argue with if you got any brains at all so the super just shrugged and came over to give me some grief instead, said I was using too much soap and it would fuck up the plates. Bastard. So at first I thought maybe that was what was bothering Donny today, getting such lousy mold assignments and not being able to make bonus. But when he finally came out from the John and got started I could see that they had given him pretty decent ones for a change. Like he had cap snafflers on ten and they really pay. But he was still on the rag, and the way he was knocking things around I figured for sure he's going to get into it with the super again and this time there might be trouble. But nothing happened and after a while Donny and I fell into synch like we usually do. Donny started right off hitting it hard, setting the pace, and the aspirin seemed to be doing a little more than usual, or maybe it was that by now I knew every trick and short |
