Construction Workers

Today when Anne and I were walking to English I noticed this rather attractive construction worker carrying some planks of wood. He was tall, dark, obviously of Mexican heritage, maybe some Indian, with a brilliantly white smile. My eyes followed him as he walked behind the fence designating that area as "Under Construction." I was marvelling at how gracefully he walked and the way he carried the load of wood with such ease. I looked away from him for one second and got to witness the funniest thing I'd seen all week. Another construction worker, older than the gorgeous man, had grey hair poking out from under his hard hat, and was in the basket of a genie getting ready to be lifted up to work on the bell tower. He was laughing and jumping up and down on the basket when the driver pulled some gears that made the basket wobble dangerously. The old man lost his balance and almost biffed it hard but he got up and tried to play it cool while his coworkers sat and laughed at him. Silly construction workers. I tend to be interested in these people because my dad is a contractor and I've been around construction my whole life. I feel at home around it.