When I moved to St. Louis, it was my introduction to being permanently away from home. Another guy and I left hometown to set up life in the big city 21 hours away from anyone we knew. Finding a job was easy and we were immediately hired by a corporation at one of their large factories.
When we applied, the front main office door was locked for some unknown reason to this day, so we went in a side factory entrance door. God, that place was big. We saw a guy standing with a broom along the walkway and went to him for directions. He was about five foot six and tipped the scales at least to ninety five pounds. We asked where the main offices were and he just stood there staring at us with his mouth open.
After a few very long seconds, he looked around the factory and said "well...they might be there' (which we later found was the foreman's break room), 'or it might be there' (maintenance area), 'or it might be there' (shipping office), 'or it might be there' (employee lunchroom), 'or it might be there' (the main offices). This was our introduction to the resident dufus.
The 'dufus', whose name was Clark, wasn't handicapped, or retarded in the usual sense, he was just unbelievably stupid. I honestly wondered if he was capable of dressing himself. These are the reasons why -
We were eating in the employee lunchroom one time. They were installing a change machine and had only mounted it on the wall at the time. The door to the machine was ajar about three inches and the inserts on the face were gaping holes. We watched him walk up to the machine, stare at it reading the labels, and he then 'threw' a dollar bill into one of the holes and waited for change. After a few seconds, one of the guys got up, opened the door and reached in and handed him his dollar.
Another time, the general manager had all employees in the lunchroom for a meeting during which he said there would be no more going into restrooms and standing around smoking. Now, dufus cleaned the restrooms and later that day we noticed chairs missing from the lunchroom. A supervisor found that he had taken about ten chairs and placed them in the restroom for the smokers so they wouldn't be "standing". He had taken the manager's talk as meaning they shouldn't be standing, but sitting.
One day he was sweeping, walking bachwards, and fell off the loading dock.
He got his foot stuck in the rollers of an electric moving pathway for stock. He had never noticed there were 'walkways' across about every twenty feet. It took maintenance two hours to get him out.
He walked up to a manager one time complaining about a 'dangerous' employee. He had walked alongside a forklift and the driver backed up and ran over his toes. The driver didn't see him, so he went forward and ran over them again. Dufus didn't move, so the driver backed over them a third time. The manager took him to the nurse station, there was no damage due to steel toe boots and scrap cushioned the weight.
He was never without a broom. It was the only impliment he could handle, if he didn't get himself killed, that is. I asked the personnel manager once why they hired him. He said any employees were hard to come by for all companies in the area. If an applicant had two arms, two legs, and looked warm, they hired them. They had talked to this guy about letting him go, but Clark begged them to let him stay. It was the only place that had ever hired and kept him. They didn't have it in them to let him go (what a difference from today, huh?).
Everyone felt for thy guy, and worried and looked out for him. He was there when I left. I still wonder about dufus. Did he stay there permanantly? What was his life like? He was the type to walk in front of a car on the street.
I'll never know.



