Power Drill
I knew she was trouble when she walked onto the shop floor. There was a ‘don’t mess with me’ attitude about her that belied her small stature and would be out of place here. Not that she necessarily would instigate trouble, mind you, but that trouble would sniff her and break out all over the place. ‘Uh, I’m not sure this is the place for you, hon,’ I muttered to her under my breath in the break room that afternoon. ‘I mean it looks like ya know what you’re doin’ out there on the floor, but,...