This reminds of a guy who was doing road work on my street a while ago. Crusty-est redneck you can imagine with a cigarette in his mouth at all times. He was a damn artist with the heavy machinery, though. I remember him carefully smoothing and filling the road after digging and it was done with delicacy and attention to detail like you wouldn’t believe. My wife and I named him Dale.
This reminds of a guy who was doing road work on my street a while ago. Crusty-est redneck you can imagine with a cigarette in his mouth at all times. He was a damn artist with the heavy machinery, though. I remember him carefully smoothing and filling the road after digging and it was done with delicacy and attention to detail like you wouldn’t believe. My wife and I named him Dale.
Why Dale?
Felt right.
Like Rex for a dog or… I don’t get it…
Looks like Dale from King of the Hill?
Et tu Dale?