THE BEST LUNCH EVER
I drove past a couple of construction workers the other day. It was 95 and humid. It was noon and these guys were sitting on a step, dirty, sweaty and exhausted while enjoying a hero sandwich. They had a look on their face like they knew something I did not.
Long ago during my college years, my summer job was installing sprinkler systems. I worked with my friend, Charley, for his cousin, Mr. Big. It was always hot. It was always humid. We were always sweaty and dirty.
The work was hard and the pay was not commensurate with the difficulty of the job. It kept us busy, and paid for movies and golf.
Seeing those two construction workers reminded me of the best part of that job…lunch.
The best lunches I’ve ever had were on the back of the equipment truck. A roast beef hero, a bag of chips, a quart of ice tea and 45 minutes to shoot the breeze and recover from digging holes under a summer sun, it just doesn’t get any better.
The look those construction workers had, I know that look. That working with your hands lunch time look. You do feel as if you know something that others do not. You know the pure satisfaction of rewarding yourself for really hard work in really hot humid weather and actually seeing your labor create something.
You do know something that many people do not know. You know how good a lunch can be.
I felt a pang of envy for those construction workers. I envied their relief, their earned rest, and their satisfaction. I envied their enjoying the best lunch ever.
I didn’t envy what they had to do to earn that lunch.