brought a chair onto my porch.
I thought I was about to witness the most satisfying moment of my life.
The crane operator, a broad-shouldered man named Orson, inspected the car and surrounding space.
He measured the distance.
Examined the lifting angle.
Then shook his head.
“Sir, this isn’t a straightforward lift.”
Richard frowned.
“What’s the problem?”
“The angle from the street is poor. Removing a section of the barrier would be safer.”
Richard pointed toward me.
“I’m not letting that man touch anything. Find another way.”
Orson remained professional.
