I’m concerned that my inspirational quote generator may be a little sexist.
At work today, Mateo had sushi for lunch and left his chopsticks on the table in our new smoking area. Mike picked them up and began to play.
‘I’ve never used these before, is it difficult?’ he said, holding them like drumsticks and trying to pick up a small stone.
‘Well it is if you hold them like that,’ explained Jessica. Then she spent a patient half hour trying to show him how to hold them. He would get it, and shriek excitedly as the stone lifted, but within a few moments he seemed to lose the knack and would wail ‘My thumb keeps getting in the way! Why is my thumb in the way? Your thumb doesn’t get in the way!’ and then Jessica would start again.
The afternoon went as normal, I’m still hedgecutting. Trying, as we all do, to sneak a few topiaried animals into the more random, natural shapes that they want us to create.
When I got back to the yard, Mike was shoving one of our eleven-hundred litre industrial bins over lumpy concrete towards his van to empty the rubbish.
‘How ya doing?’ I asked. He gave me a tormented look and stopped shoving to hold up his hand.
‘I’ve got chopstick-finger!’ he wailed.
‘What?’ I asked as he waggled a digit in my face.
‘Chopstick finger! It hurts! From using it so much over lunch. I’m not doing that again. It’s dangerous!’