We'd wait right outside an office park for our bus to arrive. As the bus arrived, my mind would drift back to the book I was reading in the morning. Ever more so on the train. Everyone else had different stops from me, and we were all to exhausted for much small talk. This was how I got through the obligatory Atlas Shrugged phase.
Lime is a nasty thing to have to handle.
The calcium stearate hex mixture was even nastier. But the coal was where the poetic nastiness was. The factory was grinding loads of the stuff to dust for a study on how to remove the sulfur from Illinois coal. So a small machine was devoted to grinding it. Coal left you with black hands with which to repulse the customers at the nearby Dunkin' Donuts come lunchtime.