A Real-Life Danny!
Posted: 04 Feb 2023, 00:00
Considering the number of stories that I have written about the fictional scaffolder Danny, I saw something today that was eerily similar. We have had some scaffolding up outside our office at work for several months whilst repairs have been carried out to the roof. Today, the scaffolding firm arrived to remove half of the equipment.
It was no surprise that they were very loud and noisy (why are all scaffolders so loud? lol), but one of them was based right next to the window where I work. He was standing on the platform and collecting the poles from above him before passing them down to the ground floor where his mates were waiting to collect them and load them on the lorry.
The lad outside the window was in his twenties, and it was one of the most remarkable things I think I have seen, because he simply couldn’t stand still!
He was constantly jigging from one foot to the other, crossing his legs, and occasionally drawing one foot up behind his other leg. Every so often, he very blatantly tugged at the material at the crotch of his trousers, tugging and pulling as if he was trying to free himself or reposition his underwear.
Of course, that’s all he may have been doing, but he did it so often that if it was the case, he must have been extremely ‘caught up’ down there. He had no qualms about doing it so blatantly, especially when he must have realised that he was in full view of the office staff, as well as the general public passing in the street. But combined with his constant fidgeting around and his scissoring leg movements, I felt sure that he needed to go to the toilet.
I so wanted to record a clip of him, but of course, it wasn’t possible in front of my work colleagues, as well as the fact that the lad himself would have seen. But I have rarely enjoyed around an hour of watching something like that. He did what he was doing for the entire time, without barely stopping for even a few seconds, and I suspect that he must have gripped himself several dozen times.
When they’d eventually finished, we had a team meeting, and as we were sitting around the table, I saw one of the scaffolders walk past in the corridor. With no other obvious reason to be inside the building, I can only assume that he’d come inside to use the toilet?
He was the only one I saw, but I did wonder if maybe the frantic, fidgety lad had dashed in earlier without me noticing!
How I wished I’d been the one who he might have asked if he could use the toilet? I’ve been replaying in my head ever since what he might have said, or what phrase he might have used?!!
What was amusing was that he was wearing a yellow hi-viz sleeveless jacket over his own top, and he had a pair of beige tracksuit bottoms on! Not exactly a good colour to hide any splashback or even a little leak or two!!
You do wonder what these lads doing this type of work do for toilet breaks when the urgent need arises on site?
It was no surprise that they were very loud and noisy (why are all scaffolders so loud? lol), but one of them was based right next to the window where I work. He was standing on the platform and collecting the poles from above him before passing them down to the ground floor where his mates were waiting to collect them and load them on the lorry.
The lad outside the window was in his twenties, and it was one of the most remarkable things I think I have seen, because he simply couldn’t stand still!
He was constantly jigging from one foot to the other, crossing his legs, and occasionally drawing one foot up behind his other leg. Every so often, he very blatantly tugged at the material at the crotch of his trousers, tugging and pulling as if he was trying to free himself or reposition his underwear.
Of course, that’s all he may have been doing, but he did it so often that if it was the case, he must have been extremely ‘caught up’ down there. He had no qualms about doing it so blatantly, especially when he must have realised that he was in full view of the office staff, as well as the general public passing in the street. But combined with his constant fidgeting around and his scissoring leg movements, I felt sure that he needed to go to the toilet.
I so wanted to record a clip of him, but of course, it wasn’t possible in front of my work colleagues, as well as the fact that the lad himself would have seen. But I have rarely enjoyed around an hour of watching something like that. He did what he was doing for the entire time, without barely stopping for even a few seconds, and I suspect that he must have gripped himself several dozen times.
When they’d eventually finished, we had a team meeting, and as we were sitting around the table, I saw one of the scaffolders walk past in the corridor. With no other obvious reason to be inside the building, I can only assume that he’d come inside to use the toilet?
He was the only one I saw, but I did wonder if maybe the frantic, fidgety lad had dashed in earlier without me noticing!
How I wished I’d been the one who he might have asked if he could use the toilet? I’ve been replaying in my head ever since what he might have said, or what phrase he might have used?!!
What was amusing was that he was wearing a yellow hi-viz sleeveless jacket over his own top, and he had a pair of beige tracksuit bottoms on! Not exactly a good colour to hide any splashback or even a little leak or two!!
You do wonder what these lads doing this type of work do for toilet breaks when the urgent need arises on site?
