Flood Control on Our Street
I don't know about other parts of the country, but I've noticed that here in Stillwater, any kind of road work, regardless of how large or small the job may be, requires at least six people: one to run the big Tonka trunk and five to stand, smoking and spitting, to watch. Every now and then one of them will break from the pack, get into a pickup and drive away only to return 30 minutes later. I can only assume he's going over to the Blue Note for a Budweiser. I want that job! The hard hat would be fun to wear and I would get paid to stand with my hands in my pockets, or my thumbs through my belt loops.
Labels: The Everyday