The occupation of our neighborhood continues. They've switched the sign from "Road Work Ahead" to "Utility Work Ahead."
Apparently, that makes them sound more important.
Their enormous, aged backhoes moved creakily about, flattening enormous piles of tar and other gunk onto the shattered street below.
The workers, loud as ever, amble about at will, rarely noting whether a car is coming. Our cars tend to be so small here, and the workers are so big, I'm not certain which would get the worst of it should they collide.
Rarely have I ever seen people work day after day in slow-motion, but that is the case here.
The sounds are less ear-shattering since they moved (slightly) around the corner. I guess that's progress.
Still, no one seems to know why they came here or what exactly they are doing. The guy at the corner store is really bored because nobody stops by there anymore. You can't park anywhere nearby. I don't think he's even getting deliveries because the trucks can't get close.
Inventory is low.
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