I used to have a boss that, before he would hand me my paycheck, would grope my package. The scene is from a plastic extrusion factory located in Buffalo NY circa 1980. We made shock absorbers for railroad cars, desilters & desanders for the oil industry, and bulletproof inserts that were bolted onto the rims of cars that needed to run flat after being shot at. His name was Bob and he was a flaming homosexual. He would feel up each worker as he handed them their paycheck. He ruined many male post-teenager lives. Doods like myself fresh out of high school working their first job. First shift was mostly normies. 2nd shift were drinkers. 3rd shift were heroin addicts. We’d find their needles everywhere. I’m just waiting for Bob to die so I can go piss on his grave like I promised him I would.