Donny sat at his work bench, cleaning the crank shaft from a old Chevy truck. The day had been slow and he was reastless, he needed a customer. If not his pay would be less than usual, which isn't good. He rinsed off the now spotless crank shaft and started to put it back into the truck. His mind was everywhere but his work, the Crank shaft sliped from his grasp and almost caught him in the head. But he moved away just in time.
"Shit!" shouted Donny, "Now I gotta order a new one." he glared at the now bent and cracked Crank shaft. Pissed with rage, His muscles tightened and he punched the wall. His nuckles bleeding with pain, he didnt care. He was still waiting on a customer, so he could get paid his promised amount.