"You've gotta be out your rabbit ass mind. I get called out at this hour for a damn pool light? Yeah know, it's my job." Mr. Joe complained.
He drove all the way across town, and when he arrived you can hear a lot of laughter and the parking lot was full not a single spot available.
Mr. Joe pulled his truck to the side and walked towards the pool area. It’s a wild party and not your typical wild party but in full swing!
Then the closer he reach the pool area - oh hell no, for crying out loud. It's just a bunch of naked men no women in sight.
Even the people they had cleaning up all their mess were all men. Not a single person there was concerned about the actual light getting fix.
They're all caught up in looking at each other, clearly whoever called said they been celebrating a bit too hard if you know what I mean.
Just when Mr. Joe was about to check the light at the pool he took a good look at the scenery and his eyes started hurting.
Oh Hell no, 'Nope I don't think so. This is way above my pay grade.' I didn't sign up for this shit. If they want that pool light fixed? I'll leave the brand new light bulb at the front desk and they can fix it themselves or it would just have to wait until the morning when I get to work. Until then I'm outta here.
Some jobs just aren't worth the hassle!
The Aftermath
Mr. Joe: "Honey, you won't believe what I wish I didn’t see."
Mrs. Stacy: "What happened?"
Mr. Joe: "I'll tell you what's happened!"
"I don't know who the hell they think I am. They got me all messed up. After hours emergency called me to come in to work because one of the light bulbs went out inside the wall of the pool, and out of all things, and it turns to a sausage fest!"
Mrs. Stacy: "Oh! What kind of sausage did they have baby?"
Mr. Joe: “Human!”
Mrs. Stacy: "I can only imagine, why didn’t take me with you?"
Mr. Joe: "No, what did you say? I’m going to act like I didn’t hear that. But anyway it was a flaming sausage swinging fest with no women in sight."
Mrs. Stacy: "Ohh! Oh No! And Swinging! Wow!"
Mr. Joe: "You pushing it I swear, if they call me into the office tomorrow asking about that damn pool light, Watch she try to write me up for not completing a work order during their after-hours fiasco. I'm going to tell their ass what’s on my mind!
The first thing they gone say, “Why didn’t you replace the pool light?”
Mr. Joe: I didn’t feel safe bending over putting in the light bulb with things pointing at you in every direction! No sir, not me. They can do it I'm not with all that nonsense.
By the way I'm going to take a sick day tomorrow. The reason my eyesight is a little blurry from what I seen yesterday evening my sight hasn’t been the same since then.
Mrs. Stacy: “It probably would’ve improved my eye slight.”
Mr. Joe: “You can go choke on one since you joking right now. Seriously I've been working here for 20 years, and I never seen nothing like that. They better call me with a detailed description on next emergency call. Or they can take that maintenance emergency and do you know what with it!"
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The End