George, Act 1 When the grinding clangor of the end of shift alarm blared out through the production floor, George let out a relieved sigh, pulling off the thin blue latex gloves and using his pointer finger as a slingshot point to fire them into a nearby trash barrel jutting out from just under the central point of the conveyor belt. A few others of his coworkers tried doing the same, though one poor fellow’s shot strayed a little high, knocking a bottle of fuel additive right off the belt where it had come to a stop. Thankfully, the bottle had already gone through the capper, so nothing spilled on the cement factory floor.
Ganges (George, Act I)
Ganges (George, Act I)
Ganges (George, Act I)
George, Act 1 When the grinding clangor of the end of shift alarm blared out through the production floor, George let out a relieved sigh, pulling off the thin blue latex gloves and using his pointer finger as a slingshot point to fire them into a nearby trash barrel jutting out from just under the central point of the conveyor belt. A few others of his coworkers tried doing the same, though one poor fellow’s shot strayed a little high, knocking a bottle of fuel additive right off the belt where it had come to a stop. Thankfully, the bottle had already gone through the capper, so nothing spilled on the cement factory floor.