SO the other day we go to Barrow with a load of mail. Our return flight is slated to be a full load of drill tools back to Deadhorse. We had already taken a half load back the other day and the rest was left on the ramp. When we arrive in Barrow, the loader operator ( a Mexican man by the name Ted) and I have this conversation....
Ted- 'hey, you gonna take those pipe?'
Me - 'you mean tools?'
T- yeah
M- well yeah, whatever will fit...
Ted then looks where the tools should be, then back at me and asks 'well where they go?'
Keep in mind that it is winter in full up here. Those tools and pallets were right where Ted left them. Only now they were under a six foot drift of snow. The size of the load? If you picture four big Buicks all clumped together, with six feet of hard-packed drifted snow on top, that would about do it.
I tell Ted that the tools are right there where he left them. He looks back at the snow drift, then up at me with a pained expression, cold winter wind blowing in his face, and says "Oh man, somebody gonna haf to dig them out!"
The humor here is that the station knew we were coming, knew the tools were buried, and knew they would need to get a bucket loader going to move that snow. That's the difference between 'normal' time and 'village' time. "It will happen when it happens...or maybe not...whatever." We then waited about 35 minutes or so for them to round up a couple bucket loaders and clear away the snow for us/themselves. We got the job done though, and everyone won!
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