So I got two new pairs of coveralls the other day, as the ones the company sells us only last about a month or so until the crotch blows out. Threw on a clean pair today, and wrote ‘Link’ on the left arm, so no one can take them ‘accidentally.’

I’m in the doghouse for one reason or another, and the driller looks at me, and says, ‘Who’s Link?’

I said “Me”

d: ‘No, who’s Link?’

l: “It’s what people have called me since I was little”

d: ‘Who’s Link?’

l: “Well I’m not really sure, that’s a deeply existential question at the best of times, Russ.”

He just looked at me like I’d grown a third arm and said, ‘So like the video game Link then?’. I just said “Sure,” and got back to my work. I giggled about that all night. It’s the little things that keep me going.