There is a construction site across the road from office with, quite honestly, the best looking crew I've ever seen.
In the absolute absence of any kind of OH&S policy, they bash and crash to build some sort of eyesore that will hopefully not block too much of my view over the Chicago River. They dangle from the lofty heights, with no harnesses or safety nets, or even hard hats (in the case of some). They have even put up a cheeky chalk sign on one of their steel thingies that says "We do all our own stunts" - they are classic.
The other day I learned that it is quite uncommon in the US to have office buildings with a 13th floor (superstition is alive and well here), but the construction workers are basically working on what would be the 13th floor - so they're basically eye-to-eye with me all day.
Of course I'm too shy to open my blinds, because I know that they can see me - and with so many of them looking like the Diet Coke man, I can't say I'd get any work done if I got to watch THEM all day too.
But yesterday I was walking to work and stopped in at the pharmacy first. I crossed the road when the lights changed and ended up on the same side of the road as the construction site. A bunch of construction workers were lined up outside the site, enjoying a cup of coffee and the warm sunshine. As I walked past, the cute one in the green cut-off shirt (who I had noticed maybe once, yeah right) smiled at me and said "How YOU doin'?".
Totally Chicago.
And what did I do? Yep, I giggled like a bloody schoolgirl and kept walking.
Hopeless.
3 comments:
The construction workers here in Oz (all members of the CFMEU Union's "Mrs. Myer's Language and Deportment Class of '08") equally have some very clever and witty lines to attract the female of the species ... would you like me to send you a few??? lines that is, not workers. (lol)
You should have said "G'day and how the bloody hell are you doing?"
Nah, I would have flashed them. They're hard working after all.
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