- Oct 8, 2002
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I don't really have a good, plus I'm no Rusty, but I know NT has some good.
I was working at a warehouse, I was about 21 or 22. It was mostly dudes and older Hispanic women working there. Once we had these two black chicks come in. One of the was a tall, athletic(I aint eem gonna lie) ratchet. They're putting all the small goods on pallets and I'm taking them a way on the pallet jack. Every time I go over there ol girl is smiling and giving me the stary eyes. It was kinda a busy so I could only say little things in passing. She was eating it up, so I decided next time it gets slow, Imma make a move.
So it finally slows down and shes sitting on the floor of these orange carts they used to put larger merchandise in. I pull up on the pallet jack, sit down on the forks and start chopping it up with her. Its getting pretty obvious I'm in there. Shes steady smiling and giggling. She had those paw print tattoos on her thighs. I come up with some type of excuse to touch her tattoos, she was cool with it though, giggling still. At this point, I'm thinking about having these legs over my shoulders, so my dude is at full attention. I'm thinking its cool, because I'm sitting down, pretty low to the grown. Right then, my hating *** supervisor starts calling me, telling me to stop messing with the ladies. I try to ignore him for a bit, trying to buy some time for my..uhh..situation to die down a bit, but dude was having a cow. Mind you, I was working in a warehouse in the summer, so I got on basketball shorts and a tee. I stood up, I'm like a foot away from her, now. Raging. She turns her head away real quick. My supervisor is about to give us more work, so the whole crew was over there. Now I'm riding this pallet jack over with a tent pitched trying to play it off like nothings happening. They all looking like

For those of you who don't know what a pallet jack is
Now imagine someone riding that at full speed, forks to the back, rocked up, in basketball shorts. Looking like I got a bowsprit
Needless to say, yambs were not had.
I was working at a warehouse, I was about 21 or 22. It was mostly dudes and older Hispanic women working there. Once we had these two black chicks come in. One of the was a tall, athletic(I aint eem gonna lie) ratchet. They're putting all the small goods on pallets and I'm taking them a way on the pallet jack. Every time I go over there ol girl is smiling and giving me the stary eyes. It was kinda a busy so I could only say little things in passing. She was eating it up, so I decided next time it gets slow, Imma make a move.
So it finally slows down and shes sitting on the floor of these orange carts they used to put larger merchandise in. I pull up on the pallet jack, sit down on the forks and start chopping it up with her. Its getting pretty obvious I'm in there. Shes steady smiling and giggling. She had those paw print tattoos on her thighs. I come up with some type of excuse to touch her tattoos, she was cool with it though, giggling still. At this point, I'm thinking about having these legs over my shoulders, so my dude is at full attention. I'm thinking its cool, because I'm sitting down, pretty low to the grown. Right then, my hating *** supervisor starts calling me, telling me to stop messing with the ladies. I try to ignore him for a bit, trying to buy some time for my..uhh..situation to die down a bit, but dude was having a cow. Mind you, I was working in a warehouse in the summer, so I got on basketball shorts and a tee. I stood up, I'm like a foot away from her, now. Raging. She turns her head away real quick. My supervisor is about to give us more work, so the whole crew was over there. Now I'm riding this pallet jack over with a tent pitched trying to play it off like nothings happening. They all looking like

For those of you who don't know what a pallet jack is
Now imagine someone riding that at full speed, forks to the back, rocked up, in basketball shorts. Looking like I got a bowsprit

Needless to say, yambs were not had.

