On Site

I almost always arrived early to the construction site; despite this, a few guys would still sometimes beat me there and get started. It was certainly a surprise one morning to see a woman I didn’t recognize moving some bricks around. I was surprised her frail arms could lift the things, and she seemed to be much stronger than she appeared. Yet I still needed her to clear out; I thought she wasn’t supposed to be there.

I shouted in her direction, and she safely put the brick she was carrying back on the pile before walking over.

“Yo, what up, boss?” She said with a deep voice I instantly recognized.

“Roscoe?” I asked in disbelief.

He nodded, “Weird story. I guess there was some sort of crazy witch. There was this weird body swapping spell she did, and some sort of movie shooting nearby. The cops are still after her. They said they’ll call when they know something, but that we should clear the area. And despite what I look like, the magic doesn’t seem to have affected things like my strength or my voice.”

“But you’re running around in open toe heels an a thin dress!”

“I was wearing my work clothes at the time along with my boots, so they have the same affect. Seriously, shoot a nailgun at my toe; I’ll be fine! The only thing that is different, besides how I look, is that I need to sit down to pee. Which reminds me, we seriously need to talk about the state of the Porta-Potties, John!”