Work truck, work boots, .....hell, I bet he had to google the definition of "work".
That boy don't know nuthin' about about that.
I'm about to relate some of my happiest days of working.
I had this old black man friend that would call me up from time to time.
And his favorite thing was for me to cut a couple of huge pieces of wood then tie them both together to his full-size tractor that he had a hook custom welded to and then taught me how to tie a running bowline with chain that was made special for that.
We cleared tons of shit, literally and some of that is the happiest days of my life. Literally it wasn't "shit" but crap foliage that needed clearing.
I was working and getting paid, and he was hoisting what I did with the happiest looking face I've ever seen. We had a lot of fun!
I'm tellin' ya: Nothing made him happier than when I rigged a couple big 'uns to his tractor and he was moving them to where they needed to go.
The joy on that man's face was a beautiful thing. They don't make 'um like that anymore. I feel truly blessed to have done what I have.
Also for having known that man on a deeper level than most people did. We were kinda kindred spirits and he's gone now.
He was quality people. So are/were his kin.
Here's a song for him:
His tractor had a bucket. With a custom-welded hook. He knew what he was doing.
And nothing in this world made him happier.