Back in 2004 I had moved to a rural town in Utah with my family while I was waiting to get activated into the Air Force. The town was small and hella boring, so I got a temp job to pass the time spraying liners in truck beds. My new coworker was a total tool – short, fat, angry… the redneck type that drives a huge BFT (big fucking truck). Had a strange name but for this story I will call him BFT. BFT said the worst shit about women (especially his wife), was vulgar as can be, he listened to the worst music, and I’m sure he probably went on to suck Trump’s proverbial dick. I had no interest in becoming his friend, and politely declined every time he invited me to go mud bogging, shooting, or just getting drunk on the weekends. Kind of a shame, really, since he was the only other dude in town my age.
A couple of months in at the start of a shift, BFT says to me that his wife is bringing us lunch. Considering how insufferable BFT was to be around; I was indifferent to the idea and thought maybe I’d run home instead.