From that day on, XL's macho facade was still intact, but it had developed a few cracks. His coworkers had seen a glimmer of vulnerability behind the tough exterior, and it had brought them all closer together.
XL turned to him, his face reddening. "No, I don't need a hand, Jake! I just need this stupid part to move!" An XL Macho Factory Worker Can-t Keep His Cool
As he worked, his frustration grew. The part refused to budge, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to dislodge it. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, and his usually calm demeanor started to fray. From that day on, XL's macho facade was