Post by Weaver on Jul 13, 2015 9:35:43 GMT -8
"A'aight, so run me th' numbers on this then: drop alla th' billboards, and jus send me the file from th graphic designer. I c'n get that worked inta the repaint a' th tow n fixit trucks on my own. Shop th' sign installation 'round a bit, too. I still feel like that feller down in Sodo is paddin' th estimate about half as much as!Is reasonable. Yeah?"
The grease-stained figure listened for a bit, receiver trapped between ear and shoulder while he sorted the pile of yesterday's mail. "Yeah, shoot me ah email when y'got 'et firmed up some."
<i>Bill, Bill, Past Due bill... Blank envelope?<I>
"Well, if'n I can get a number from you that's sommat under my actual budget, we c'n get th' ball rolling by late next week or so. Yep... Uh huh. Take care now."
Slipping a pocketknife out with one hand while juggling receiver and envelope with the other, Jak-Jak leaned around the frame of the office door. "Rico! Where'd this come from?" When waggling the blank envelope in his direction elicited a disinterested shrug from his employee, he rolled his eyes in return and split open the missive deftly.
A printout in a style reminiscent of a Craigslist unfolded before him:
On-Call Driver Wanted: Discretion Required.
Pickup and drop off of cargo in greater Seattle area, rates per run negotiable to generous. Danger pay as applicable.
Serious enquiries only.
Call 206-555-4573 between 9a-3p to arrange trial and interview.
Jak-Jak crumpled the paper dismissively, and reached out to dunk it firmly in the recycling, but paused as his eyes fell on the growing pile of bills on his desk. He smoothed it carefully, a thoughtful frown on his face, and read it again.
"Rico, how's th' tuneup on that loaner Chevy doing? She ready to roll?"
"Yeah boss, got that done yesterday."
"Get 'er gassed up when you get out from under that there hood. Might need her shortly..."
The grease-stained figure listened for a bit, receiver trapped between ear and shoulder while he sorted the pile of yesterday's mail. "Yeah, shoot me ah email when y'got 'et firmed up some."
<i>Bill, Bill, Past Due bill... Blank envelope?<I>
"Well, if'n I can get a number from you that's sommat under my actual budget, we c'n get th' ball rolling by late next week or so. Yep... Uh huh. Take care now."
Slipping a pocketknife out with one hand while juggling receiver and envelope with the other, Jak-Jak leaned around the frame of the office door. "Rico! Where'd this come from?" When waggling the blank envelope in his direction elicited a disinterested shrug from his employee, he rolled his eyes in return and split open the missive deftly.
A printout in a style reminiscent of a Craigslist unfolded before him:
On-Call Driver Wanted: Discretion Required.
Pickup and drop off of cargo in greater Seattle area, rates per run negotiable to generous. Danger pay as applicable.
Serious enquiries only.
Call 206-555-4573 between 9a-3p to arrange trial and interview.
Jak-Jak crumpled the paper dismissively, and reached out to dunk it firmly in the recycling, but paused as his eyes fell on the growing pile of bills on his desk. He smoothed it carefully, a thoughtful frown on his face, and read it again.
"Rico, how's th' tuneup on that loaner Chevy doing? She ready to roll?"
"Yeah boss, got that done yesterday."
"Get 'er gassed up when you get out from under that there hood. Might need her shortly..."