The best finisher I ever worked with was this young Irish lad.
He loves being a groundworker, took great pride in his work, is thick as mince and hates waste.
He hates waste so much that one time when he was tarmacing a new site road the trap on the wagon got stuck open and rather than wasting some of the precious tarmac while he went to find a hammer or similar object to persuade it shut again he decided to try and scoop the tarmac up with his hands and put it back in the hopper. We didn't see him on site for about three months while the skin grafts healed but he was damn good at finishing muck, and loved doing it, my mate welcomed him back with open arms because it meant he didn't have to do it anymore. Funnily enough no one let him near tarmac after that.
The best finisher I ever worked with was this young Irish lad.
He loves being a groundworker, took great pride in his work, is thick as mince and hates waste.
He hates waste so much that one time when he was tarmacing a new site road the trap on the wagon got stuck open and rather than wasting some of the precious tarmac while he went to find a hammer or similar object to persuade it shut again he decided to try and scoop the tarmac up with his hands and put it back in the hopper. We didn't see him on site for about three months while the skin grafts healed but he was damn good at finishing muck, and loved doing it, my mate welcomed him back with open arms because it meant he didn't have to do it anymore. Funnily enough no one let him near tarmac after that.