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Recent oil refinery encounter
So for those who don’t know I’m a delivery driver and this weekend I was sent to do a drop off at an oil refinery. Not somewhere the job would usually take me but I couldn’t complain and in all fairness really hope it happens again.
So to cut a long story short there was a bit of a complication with the delivery and I was asked to go inside to sort it.
A lad probably mid 30’s lead me through a series of locked gates, down a path between large vats of what I assumed to be some sort of fuel, whilst following him I couldn’t take my eyes off his butt in his tight two tone orange and blue hivis trousers.
The whole area smelt of fuel and oil which was exciting enough but he then lead me into a small building. Through the first door, on the left, was a room with lockers full of used dirty hivis gear including overalls, jackets and boots. He took me into the next room where I was greeted by another 3 lads all wearing filthy hivis and boots, one of which helped me rectify the issue we were having, whilst another said ‘now your here mate you might as well stick a pair of overalls on’ I was already hard and trying to hide the bulge in my trousers and his comment made me dribble a bit (if you get what I mean) I thought to myself If only he knew how much I wanted to do just that but I just laughed and got on with what I needed to do. Once the problem had been sorted the same guy who brought me inside lead me back out, past the locker room and out into the courtyar, then back up the path to the gate. He was talking to me but I didn’t really take too much notice of what he was saying, I couldn’t stop imagining myself wearing all those filthy sets of overalls and boots and began wondering where all the used gear goes when it’s no longer fit for purpose. I almost asked him but stopped myself knowing he’d want to know why I’d asked and my brain was too foggy to give a sensible answer. Anyway he took me back through the security gates, out into the main carpark, wished me well and I left. I’m not sure what could of come from the encounter, most likely nothing but I wish I was able to keep my cool and play it differently, maybe I could have blagged myself a little job. I would to be in that dirty environment wearing even dirtier gear but I guess I’ll never know now…
