Construction worker shimmying, his arms high on the handles, to get the last of the gravel out of the tip of his wheel barrow.
Cabbie problem: when he got there he told her the fare would be 12 dollars and she was like, ” I didn’t think would cost that much.” and sheesh, you would think that people when they got in a cab would have a working idea of how much their trip was going to cost them. But I don’t know, maybe they don’t…
A playing card face down on the road. I stop and stoop and flip it over to test my luck, and it is too weathered to tell.
Something stuck to it also.
One of those people whose palms, when their arms are in a relaxed hanging position, face directly back, rather than slightly inward like mine do — a delivery man.
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