The first day of Michael's new job involved a lot of learning and practice, wonder and discovery, and very much to his utter dismay, the irritating roar and reverberations of roaring engines and screeching tires.
His first lesson learned was the names and faces of his fellow peers.
Jamie, his superior and owner of the establishment, was there to greet him the moment he arrived. From there he was introduced, shaking many hands, and exchanging just as numerous pleasantries with the rest of the team.
The first hand he shook belonged to one elderly man named Matt. Grey-haired and with a face full of wrinkles accumulated over a lifetime, his appearance suggested a look of fragility betrayed only by the surprising robustness of his grip.