Sway
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Joined: 30/9/2005 From: Albuquerque
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I'm sure I've posted this before... When I was young and my dad worked offshore I used to always cry the night before he left. He worked 2 weeks on and 2 weeks off, so it's not like it was ever unexpected or that he'd be away for months, but I'd still cry all the same. So he'd always have to console me the night before he went away, telling me it wouldn't be long until he returned and that he needed to go away to make pennies. My young mind took that literally. I knew what an oil rig and platform looked like, so I knew where he was going, but I thought his job while on the platform was to actually made pennies. As in, with a big sheet of copper and a chisel. And for some reason I thought he'd be sat behind a glass screen, like in a bank, just passing out pennies through the metal tray to anybody who needed them. Once I got older and explained to my dad what I thought he used to do, it's been a running joke now to speak about work as 'making pennies' and usually he'll make the sound effect of hammering pennies out of metal to accompany it.
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