* * * * * After dropping off the newspaper with the cook, I proceed to the Tool Pusher’s office – where I complain bitterly regarding the pipe almost killing my young-ass. The Tool Pusher tells me he’ll take care of it and to go get breakfast and cool off. I do exactly that - tucking into spicy Cajun sausage links, scrambled eggs, hash browns and a giant, freshly-baked cinnamon roll with black coffee. My watery stomach is feeling much better now. The Tool Pusher taps me on the shoulder, I look up and he tells me after I finish eating to swing by Rig #11, ASAP, and pick up an engineer. I wolf down the rest of my meal. Upon returning to my helicopter I conduct a quick, cursory preflight of the Bell Ranger - happ...