“This won’t do,” Marc shook his hard-hatted head and lifted the dreaded red marker to the clipboard.
Nicholas scratched under his own protective gear in effort to control his irritation. Marc’s been insufferable ever since he’d been promoted, parading with his supervisor’s paraphernalia as if it made him a demigod. For the millionth time, Nicholas wondered whether Bob The Builder — their blue coveralls donning boss — had assigned him to Marc’s team just to get back at him for the moniker. As if it was Nicholas’s fault that the man fit the cartoon character to a T.
“How come not?” he managed when the silence lingered.
“The arrow,” Marc pointed the board across the water.
“What about the arrow?!” Nicholas snarled. He almost fell, painting the darn thing while standing in a dingy.
“Pointing the wrong way,” Marc smirked in evident satisfaction. “Won’t do to go against the flow, you know.”