Hardhats

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Today didn’t start so good when I woke to banging in the street. I peeked through the black shades and after getting over a momentary blindness, I saw a man with a blue hardhat holding on as a jackhammer vibrated him up and down on the asphalt. I opened the window, stuck my head out, yelled but the man didn’t hear me. I waved to get his attention with no luck. I squinted behind me to make out the clock and saw that it was past noon and slammed the window shut. It didn’t help much with the noise but it made me feel worlds better.