“ Add “dockworker” to the list of jobs I don’t want to have. I wouldn’t like it any day, but especially not one like today, when the temperature is approaching ninety degrees. Just going from my car to the docks feels like I’m tightrope walking on the equator. And though just being out here is bad enough, the prospect of adding manual labor to the situation makes this one of those rare times I’m glad I went to law school. I reach what seems to be a main building, but is really only a warehouse.... I walk inside, and am surprised and delighted to discover that it is air-conditioned. I see a guy in a white shirt, holding a clipboard and writing on it. Clipboards seem to imply that the holder knows what he or she is doing, so I approach the guy. “I’m looking for Gino Parelli,” I say. “Ask me if I give a shit,” he says, without looking up or stopping his writing. “Do you give a shit?” He writes a little more, then looks up. “Nope,” he says. “I’m glad we cleared that up.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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