Those Crazy Germans

I live in one of the more glamorous neighborhoods of Minneapolis which is located on the other side of railroad tracks, in an industrial area, with my window looking out on the fabulous “Metal-Matic” factory. I call this place “Metal-Werks”, because “Metal-Matic” is a terrible name and “Metal-Werks”, well damn, that’s catchy. Admit it.

These metal workers are crazy. When this place first got built and I just moved here no one in the place had blinds and when I woke up the first night I looked out the window to see a bunch of these guys gathered around, hands on their hips, gazing up at the apartment windows, occasionally pointing and staring intently. That’s when I got up and pressed my fully naked body against the glass**.


Slackers.

Since then, they’ve done nothing but impress me. They work the craziest hours, I was looking out the window last night and i saw a couple of them lurking in the shadows….probably peeping again.

But their absolute finest moment occurred on Saturday morning. I was lying in bed and it was a nice day outside so I had the window open. Usually, I keep the ghetto-drive-thru-thick windows shut to keep the noise of grinding metal and passing trains out. But today was Saturday, the factory was closed, and it was peaceful. The breeze was blowing in and I could hear birds chirping. Everything was nice. Minus the view, it was just like a Robert Frost poem. And then it happened. The sound of the nastiest, hugest, and loudest burp in the world flew in the window and filled the room. I turned around, laughing, to see one lonely metal worker sitting outside drinking a beer. At the time I identified him as a “medium built, mullet toting metal worker sporting a hard hat and a utility vest”. But since then I’ve noticed that many of them are medium built and mullet sporting. They are all suspects.

FOOTNOTES:
**these events may or may not have really happened.


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