At one point, we passed a brightly illumated car that was designed to carry crews to work locations. It had one occupant, a fellow in yellow and orange reflective clothing, sleeping on a bench with his head tipped back and his mouth gaping open. I could almost imagine the snoring.
I’ll be nice. I’ll assume that he was part of the night crew and that he was catching up on some much needed rest. But if that dude was on the clock, I want my tax money back. :-)
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