There are no loading docks involved. Only careful strategy,
...brute strength,
...teamwork,
...and the right attitude.
Oh, and proper equipment.
A jerry-rigged flood light. You'll see what for later.
Auntie Bell, keeping count.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Five tricycles, the red moped is not included.
Nelly, the exporting expert. She's savvy, bright, and cute.
She's single, by the way...
Brief meeting: "Are you sure this moped does not get in the can?"
Later that night...
Tia Fel & Auntie Bell Tallying invoices.
Tia Benji and Nelly claiming "pa-kapins" (freebies) from the vendor.
Tia Fel placing an order with nephew-in-law, Gerard.
Break time.
Get back to work!
More invoice tallying.
The loading continues...
...by the flourescent glow of the jerry-rigged floodlight.
And another piece of proper equipment, the A-frame ladder.
Ron, seaman by day, special occasion stevedor by night.
...and right back to loading the next day.
A delivery arrives.
The Supervisors, Tia Benji & Auntie Bell.
Pretty Boy Si.
(Yes, he's single.)
The Rod-Man
(Another single cutie pie.)
He-Man Kuya Lars
Just curious, what's with the piece of paper in Pretty Boy Si's waist band?
Stevedors aren't the only ones working.
Even street vendors stay busy.
"Tires! Cheap tires! I got tires here! Brand new tires [jacked off of a Toyota parked in the wrong spot at the wrong time...]!!!"
"Ummm, I lost count..."
"Let the Rod-Man tally the count."
"Ah, staying busy keeps my happy."
Loading cans is always fun,
Load from morning through the set of sun.
Count the boxes, flex the muscles,
It keeps me sharp, the hustle and bustle.
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