“You should be as lucky to work at the docks”.
It was something he heard his uncle constantly say, whenever he saw him once or twice annually. As a young boy he looked up to his favourite relative because he would always have an interesting story to say. Rather a bunch of them. He made life seem so spectacular, so adventurous, so….worth living.
But it was only when he grew up and actually got a job supervising the deliveries of a container ship that he finally understood what his uncle meant.
Life at the docks was different. It was simply…more.
Also part of Friday Fictioneers.
Also part of Daily Prompt: Fortune