I worked at my fathers machine shop (which was a subsidiary of New Britain Machine Company) a couple of summers when I was in high school in the mid 70's. It was quite an experience and the employees were some of the crustiest characters I've ever met. The second summer, I worked with this guy named Ray on a huge machine that made the heads to ratchet wrenches (the square part with the little ball). He was one of these guys that was continuously pissed off. A man's man probably only 35, but looked 45 and smoked Camel unfiltered cigarettes. But the thing I remember most about him was that he could swear for a minute straight and never use the same word twice. For example, he called the machine "The Afterbirth". I'll never forget that man.