“Let's go gentlemen,” the captain spouted in a veteran’s tone. “Only three hours until sunrise.”
There were only three hours until sunrise and half of the lawns in the suburb of Drip City still needed dew spread across them. But, though this sounds like a monstrous task, there were twelve teams of Dewmen on the job. And twelve teams of Dewmen working without hitch or malfunction on a routine night could knock out half of the city’s lawns in three hours easily. So easily that they could even enjoy themselves along the way. This night was all but routine.
“Hey Jude, will you grab my pack on your way out? It's got all of my personal stuff in it so be careful. I've got to go talk to the captain real quick then I'll meet you at the Dew Truck and we can head out.”
“Yes Master James, will there be anything else Your Highness?” Jude said in a sarcastic tone that is best understood between two friends that have worked together every night for the past seven years.
“Nope, that's it sweetie,” Jimmy fired back. “Go get in the truck ya punk.”
That is how things operated at The Drip City Dew Plant between James (Jimmy) Razine and Jude Berkans over the last seven years. Jimmy is the guy who can get things done, but often needs a friend to follow behind him to pick up his crumbs, tie up his loose ends, and occasionally grab his gym bag from the locker room before starting the morning shift.
And that friend is Jude. Now Jude is the kind of guy that is overflowing with genuineness. He doesn't mind doing menial tasks, especially if it benefits someone else. He is the guy who will pick up a used tissue that he finds on the ground on his way into work; just for the sake of keeping someone from littering. Pure integrity. Jimmy and Jude. Complete opposites, yet best of friends because of Jude's selflessness that will befriend anyone, and because of Jimmy's selfishness that will befriend anyone who can stand him.
But Jude was often tested to see just how much of Jimmy that he could stand. This particular morning, cold and dark as the moon’s backside, Jude's patience was tested as he sat alone in the #7 Dew Truck waiting for Jimmy to get out there so they could start their shift.
Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. Then, just North of thirty minutes after their scheduled departure time, Jimmy came striding out of the station, slow paced, as if he was taking a casual Sunday afternoon walking tour.
Although frustrated by his partner's flippancy, Jude's eagerness to complete their task outweighed his frustration, so he refrained from any kind of reprimanding talk toward Jimmy and merely started the truck without a hint of anger.
“We're going to have to work double time today man,” Jude informed his partner. “We're nearly forty minutes late starting this shift.”
“Yeah I hear ya. It's not going to be all peaches 'n cream today, there's gunna be some Rocky Roads,” Jimmy said half seriously but mostly with a satirical tone. He always found a way to insert some humor into any situation. Some of his peers saw this as a weakness, saying that Jimmy could never take anything seriously. However, Jude saw this particular trait as a strength, for Jimmy understood that the worries of this world are are not the moments that should guide life.
When they parked outside of the first lawn they realized their problems were just getting started.
“I'm going to go set up the Dew Spewer, will you grab a case of Dew Mix from the back.” Jude instructed. And so they did.
Jude was setting up the hose and making preparations to put dew on the lawns. Jude made sure their truck was always in top condition, and it was evident. Now, this early in the morning a Dew Truck could easily be mistaken for and a fire truck with it's coiled hose and block shape. And that is completely understandable since the modern Fire Truck is designed from the blueprints for a Dew Truck, which has been around much longer. But you never see children playing with little toy Dew Trucks, do you?
Jude was ready with the truck, he was ready to mix the dew and get to work, but once again Jimmy was taking his sweet time.
“Jimmy let's go. The truck is ripe.”
“Jude...we have a problem. There is no Dew Mix back here...”
“You can't be serious.” Jude questioned. But for the first time tonight Jimmy was serious. And it was unfortunate timing. Their truck had no Dew Mix in it whatsoever. The supply had not been replenished since yesterday's shift. But who could be blamed? To use time and energy to try and discover what caused the problem often only results in time and energy being wasted that could be used to solve the problem.
“We don't have time to go back to the station, we're already an hour behind schedule.” Jude said, weighing their options.
“True true.” Jimmy agreed. “Wait a second! You know how the mix gets turned into dew right?”
“Well yeah, you put the Dew Mix in the big Dew Blender and it liquefies it so we can spray it out of the hose.”
“Jimmy, I need you to not be so cryptic, we're short on time here.”
“Well, the Dew Blender liquefies whatever is put in there right?”
“Yeah I guess so.” Jude was still incredibly skeptic.
“Bingo! We have extra parts for the truck, we have a couple sets of clothes, and we have our bags with all of our things in them. We can blend them up and liquify them.” Jimmy responded as if he had just answered a million dollar question.
“Yeah...Hmmm...yes......Yes!” Jude was on board, after all, the lack of options makes the choice much easier. “We can just use whatever we have. Let's get to work.” And so they did.
They started by throwing their extra uniforms in the mix. Then they tossed in their breakfast. They finished by tossing all of the spare parts of the truck into the blender (hoping they could make it back to the station after the shift without needing those spare parts). And to their surprise, it actually worked. Dew was spewing out of the hose and it seemed to be unending. Lawn to lawn, the dew lasted a long time; longer than it lasted when they used the Dew Mix. Simply incredible.
As they were working, they were making up all of the time they had lost. They were working the hardest they had ever worked physically, but mentally it did not take a toll on them because they were surprised by their success and they knew they could finish all of their assigned lawns before sunrise.
They came to the last block of lawns in the last subdivision, and from the East they could see a giant fireball in space rising on the horizon. They had saved their personal possessions for last. They did not want to blend their own things unless they had to, but now they had no other choice.
That is what they did. It worked like a charm. They finished spewing dew on the last lawn with a sigh of relief. They had done it, and they had learned and important lesson that day: there will be times when things do not work out how you planned, but sometimes you have to learn to make dew with what you have.