Lobsterman

I am sitting at my Dad's office doing my usual thing when in walks a typical overweight maintenance man to fix our broken thermostat. He opened up the ceiling and brought a ladder into our small front office. When someone like that is in your personal space its hard not to notice how they smell.

This man smelled like the sea. Wet sand, salt water. I swear i could even hear seagulls.

I wonder how little Ella and Nelly and Faye feel about there Father switching professions.