I had the pleasure of working with a man, many years ago, who turned up to work in one of those, changed his shoes, good pants, shirt and tie, folded them, put them in the back seat, put his work pants, his work shirt and grey dust jacket on, had a cup of tea or two and then went to work...he was 76 and our Yorkshireman bricklayer...a true artist...
...he talked with great mirth about his wartime exploits as a DUKW driver, the Invasion and him and his whole crew being about 18 hours behind the war always, because everytime the amphibious piece of shit got wet it broke and took a day to fix...he decided he would drive a kraut machine after the war ...he reckoned their shit never broke, specially when you wished they would ...
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