Ch 7: Life of a Punk - Clarto
Clarto straightened, wiped the sweat from his eyes, and looked down the dock. There were four more trailers to unload before sunset. Well, there was nothing to do but do it. The Boss Punks paid well and were fair. For the most part. In times like this, they’d let you earn some overtime without complaining.
Clarto had a kid coming. The more cred he made, the happier he was. His company-assigned partner for life had turned out to be a blessing. She was not only a whiz at running a home; it turned out she shared some, not all, interests with him. Plus, to keep things smooth and her happy, when he didn’t have a day like this where he was going to be late and tired, he’d help with chores.
The way she showed her appreciation for these little things made him blush thinking about it.
Thoughts like that weren’t helping.
He grabbed a pally jack and walked to the next trailer. Much to his surprise, two workers from the next dock joined him.
“We were slow today. Boss sent us here, instead of home, so we could still earn cred.”