Business Park Observer

A Verizon truck driven by a mean-looking guy in a knit hat and beard pulls up and parks in fron to front of the fire hydrant. The guy keeps spitting out the window, he's done it twice now. The stars and stripes fly from the truck's antenna. He must be an American. Hmm, he drove away; I was hoping he'd get out and climb the telephone pole.

Well look at this. The old guy who works on the roof is down off of it, and talking to claw-man. Old guy is leading him around, claw-man is carrying a shovel. Old guy is wearing a flannel shirt today, and occasionally gestures animatedly. They've gone around the back of the building. What goes on over on that side we can only wonder.

VW driver returning to vehicle. No, she bears no resemblance to any dictator. The beetle with its gum-chewing driver drives off (never to return).

There is just nothing going on out there right now. Look, I said that, and here comes claw-on-a-stick man. Keeping the business park clean. He's picking something out of the gutter with his claw. Now he walks along, now he claws something out of the bush. Now he's walked away.

A baby-blue Volkswagen beetle, an old one, like Hitler drove. He probably would've driven a black one though. The driver exits, but is obscured by these newly-leafy trees all the way to the the door of the employment agency, and only black pants with white sneakers are visible. Probably not Hitler though, all things considered.