The moment he entered the bar, I knew that Mister J. wasn't your usual guest. Maybe it was the way his eyes darted around, taking the measure of everything he saw, or that half smile as he twirled his ... [+]
This job is a grand. We're supposed to deliver the piano from a suburban chateau into a self-storage facility. Why doesn't matter. Pick-up address, how many floors down; delivery address, how many floors up, then Chad and I get into the van. We have a custom decal: Bayshore Piano Movers. There's a sign taped into the rear window with Chad's number on it. We get a good amount of business.The woman who opens the door for us gives us that look. Chad's tall and skinny and has home-made looking tattoos. He wears our business's t-shirt but with the sleeves cut off. I wear my t-shirt and work shorts.