" H "
H. was of Ukrainian decent, had a name that couldn't be pronounced, and worked as a Carman, at Bathurst St in the early 1960s. "H" fancied himself a practical joker, and he was of course, as were most others on the Railroad to a varying degree. I was in the East End, North side shanty at the bottom of the hill that leads to Simcoe St. Shed, where the switchtender who operated the puzzle switch was located. I was preparing to phone in an update of a train being made up, and when I put the phone to my ear I felt something funny. When I put my hand to my ear to see what it was, I was surprised that it came back covered in black goo. Someone had doctored the phone with thick black grease, that I got all around the side of my head not to mention inside my ear. I had to go back to the office to clean the side of my head off, and my ear our, which was difficult as this grease went right into my ear. This pissed me off more than it would have if this was directed at me, just the random nature of the deed made me mad. Anyone could have gotten caught this way, and it just happened to be me. I had to go back to the North Side and went into the Car Dept. first as this was the most likely place this type of grease would come from. I questioned a few Carmen, and deduced that it was "H" and when I found out I cooled off, figuring I will get him in the future some time.
The next day I was date stamping the Bills for a train that I had just processed, when "H" comes into the office with a coffee and two packaged doughnuts he had just bought from the coffee man who had just came, and lays the coffee and doughnuts beside the bills I was date stamping. As I am date stamping he says, I guess I got you good yesterday, and as soon as he said that I saw red, and he could tell because he started to move, but not fast enough. I stamped his doughnuts squashing them, and then the coffee, sending it flying all over the office at the same time I was calling him a few choice names at the top of my lungs, everyone in the office looking up to see everything in motion, as well as "H" who by this time was heading for the door, but again not fast enough, as he was going through my boot caught him, on his way out. O f course a lot of the people in the office never knew about the grease in my ear especially the main line Brakemen who were waiting for their Bills. People were asking me what had just happened, and I told them. I never saw "H" the rest of the day. The next day I go into the Car Department and there is "H" with his legs up on the table leaning back, exposing his leg which was all black and blue. I asked him what happened to his leg and he says that's where you kicked me yesterday. I thought good, but said oh that's to bad, I didn't mean for that to happen, and he thinks LIAR, LIAR, and he would have been right.
H. was of Ukrainian decent, had a name that couldn't be pronounced, and worked as a Carman, at Bathurst St in the early 1960s. "H" fancied himself a practical joker, and he was of course, as were most others on the Railroad to a varying degree. I was in the East End, North side shanty at the bottom of the hill that leads to Simcoe St. Shed, where the switchtender who operated the puzzle switch was located. I was preparing to phone in an update of a train being made up, and when I put the phone to my ear I felt something funny. When I put my hand to my ear to see what it was, I was surprised that it came back covered in black goo. Someone had doctored the phone with thick black grease, that I got all around the side of my head not to mention inside my ear. I had to go back to the office to clean the side of my head off, and my ear our, which was difficult as this grease went right into my ear. This pissed me off more than it would have if this was directed at me, just the random nature of the deed made me mad. Anyone could have gotten caught this way, and it just happened to be me. I had to go back to the North Side and went into the Car Dept. first as this was the most likely place this type of grease would come from. I questioned a few Carmen, and deduced that it was "H" and when I found out I cooled off, figuring I will get him in the future some time.
The next day I was date stamping the Bills for a train that I had just processed, when "H" comes into the office with a coffee and two packaged doughnuts he had just bought from the coffee man who had just came, and lays the coffee and doughnuts beside the bills I was date stamping. As I am date stamping he says, I guess I got you good yesterday, and as soon as he said that I saw red, and he could tell because he started to move, but not fast enough. I stamped his doughnuts squashing them, and then the coffee, sending it flying all over the office at the same time I was calling him a few choice names at the top of my lungs, everyone in the office looking up to see everything in motion, as well as "H" who by this time was heading for the door, but again not fast enough, as he was going through my boot caught him, on his way out. O f course a lot of the people in the office never knew about the grease in my ear especially the main line Brakemen who were waiting for their Bills. People were asking me what had just happened, and I told them. I never saw "H" the rest of the day. The next day I go into the Car Department and there is "H" with his legs up on the table leaning back, exposing his leg which was all black and blue. I asked him what happened to his leg and he says that's where you kicked me yesterday. I thought good, but said oh that's to bad, I didn't mean for that to happen, and he thinks LIAR, LIAR, and he would have been right.
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