Certainly, no one around here can figure it out.
As residents continued to move cars around to be out the way of scheduled paving work, but having seen no crew since they left on Wednesday, cars stopped moving because why? What was the point of continuing to do so when nothing was happening according to plan.
Was the crew fired?
Did they quit?
Who’s on first?
We have no idea.
I’m beginning to think management saw what Shadow saw when he pronounced what little work was done as lousy, another cheapie that would last maybe two years and got rid of them before they made matters worse, but who knows.
At any rate, tired of the nonsense, I picked up the car after this morning’s workout, after which I took it to the coin wash, went grocery shopping, returned the car to it’s normal parking spot.
Trainer, amused by my Michonne style preparedness for walking that no man's land stretch of road to the storage place, taped me.
My luck … now that I’ve taken the car out of storage, the crew will probably magically reappear.
As I was leaving Friday’s workout, Trainer was complaining about his culture being just as oppressed as mine, but my culture gets a whole entire Black History Month while his culture gets only one day — Cinco de Mayo.
LOL, but he’s got a point.
Had he gone to the market that day, as did I after working out, he probably wouldn’t have been happy with the market having a worker dress up as an avocado that day.
A bit disrespectful to Trainer’s culture, but cute.
I don’t recall the market doing anything for cultural holidays before, so this avocado must be a clumsy marketing campaign to start doing so. However, if whoever thought of the avocado thinks it cute to showcase a chicken or watermelon costume next year, heads are gonna roll.
There was also this guy, previously seen at the market, who had a lot of truth to say without mouthing a word.