On a recent trip to Manhattan, a crew showed up at 10 PM, blocked off the street where I stay, and proceeded to tear up the sidewalk and asphalt with jackhammers. The noisiest stuff stopped at 3 AM. In the morning, they were all gone, and there were a bunch of steel plates where the jackhammers had played.
Several days later (this is a gauge of the urgency of the problem), this truck turned up. A guy — possibly another annoyed resident among the many for whom sleep had been only a dream that night — walked by and saw me taking this picture.
He smiled and said “A detective, eh?”
“No”, I said, “I just like big red trucks.”
“Really!?” he asked, looking quite surprised.
It’s true. Basil’s sometimes one of the neatest things on this block, but an enormous, commercial, long-base, red double-cab dump truck is nothing to sneer at.
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Some people see a truck, while you (and I) see a commercial, long-base, red double-cab dump truck.
Oh, yeah! They have no idea what they’re missing . . .