This short, stumpy man waddled up to me. He wore a raggedy work shirt with 2 buttons unbuttoned from the top. His helmet was stained. His boots were muddy.
“Ay! When is your barge arriving to unload all the materials?” he shouted at me in a whiny voice.
I did not work with him. He was not from my company. Why was he asking me this question?
Nevertheless, I replied, “10am!”
He stood there, surveying the entire Ah Huat Shipyard. His keen eyes taking in every single detail. This was a busy shipyard where lots of ships and barges come to unload construction materials. It looked like an old school junkyard – metal and debris were scattered all over the site. Heavy machinery crawled around and toiled away solemnly – on a Saturday morning, when most people were still in bed sleeping.
The short man muttered to himself and waddled away.
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