It was March I believe, a cold wet March. We were at the start of construction on a Cracker Barrel Restaurant. The site was a literal mud hole, a big track excavator got buried to where water was at seat level.
We were a crew of four and normally would start the day with coffee around a burn barrel, usally a few jokes and a bit of discussion about the goals for the day.
So one morning Lester, the foreman, shows up, ignores the coffee, says anybody touches a vehicle, you're fired, get the fuck to work.
I was totally in the dark, wondering what brought this on. Jessie filled me in later. Ron put a handful of pebbles inside the hubcap of Lester's van, Lester stopped, in the rain, to check the wheel. He was not amused.
Shortly before lunch I was talking to Lester and Ron walked by, shaking a pop can full of pebbles and making engine noises. Lester turned bright red, gritted his teeth, then relaxed and started to laugh. Looked at me and said, that fucker's got balls.