daryl dixon (dixonda) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-04-14 07:17:00 |
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Daryl had yet to quit working with Turner Construction, but he had taken a cut in hours. That had been completely voluntary, although he was sure that it wouldn't be long before he finally turned in his two weeks. It was just easier to help Rick out since he understood the OC weirdness better than his current employer.
For now, however, Daryl was still working with Turner and his lunch hour was approaching. Instead of sticking around the job site to eat with the rest of the crew, Daryl left to go to a nearby sandwich shop. He'd been there a couple of times already since they'd started the job, and the food was...well it was hard to fuck up a sandwich wasn't it? Still, Daryl preferred getting away from his co-workers for a bit. Most of them were decent guys, a little on the dumb side, but there were a few that just rubbed him the wrong way.
He ordered a roast beef on rye with spicy mustard, mayo and lots of vegetables on top. He was headed back outside to sit at one of the tables there, bag of food in his hand along with his drink when his shoulder collided with another person. "Dammit." He cursed at his own clumsiness before turning his attention back to the person, "You alright?"