CONCRETE SURFER

I was a concrete surfer. I rode the electric whine of a glorified pallet jack that had forks three pallets long. When I was a concrete surfer I went to a party and was surounded by intellectuals that began to tell what they did for a living. Each took their turn telling they were College Professors, Bankers, Fine Artists, Doctors and Professionals of every kind. My turn came and I told them I surfed the concrete. Shocked silents fell over the party. I told everyone not to worry it wasn't contagious, that got a big laugh. Yes I was a forklift driver and proud of it.