Dear Blue Collar Worker,
I can see you outside my office window. You appear to have been measuring the same pole for the last 2 hours, but that’s okay, I can be the brains in our relationship. On weekdays you will go to work at 6am and I won’t wake up until I hear the sound of your V8 roaring down our driveway. I will forget about my hatred of cars and join the Ford vs Holden debate, I will be on the opposite side so we can play fight about it.
On Friday afternoons you will go to have beers with your mates. I won’t be invited, but that’s okay, I’ll be too busy cooking you dinner anyway.
Linkin Park and U2 are your favourite bands. You will call my music “weird and strange” and I will eventually succumb to your wishes and join you at the next Guns n Roses concert.
On Tuesday we will go to Blockbuster video for $1 weeklies. It won’t matter that we have watched Steven Segal movies for the last 5 weeks running. On the way home we will get Domino’s. You will insist on getting meatlovers even though I don’t eat meat.
This is my proposal to you blue collar worker.
Yours sincerely,
Office worker who is staring at you through the blinds
