Builders’ Tea

So, I’m in the queue at the garage the other day, and two builders are in the queue behind me. Both are around 6′ in height, and have that ‘sturdy’ builder’s look – you know, that one that only builders have that manages to be part cowboy (I think its the boots), and part Victorian chimney sweep. I’d noticed one had been perusing the chocolate biscuit stand as I’d walked in.

So, anyway, without turning around this is what I hear:

Builder 1: ‘Hey, what you got there… two chocolate bars?’

Builder 2: ‘Yeah. I skipped lunch. I don;t do it often, so I don’t think it’ll make a difference to my waist’.

Builder 1: ‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone’.

The thing is, it came across less cowboy builders, and more Brokeback Mountain…