Work van. Through the back windows one could see steel shelves loaded with various tubes and small gray motors. Spools of wire hung from hooks on the ceiling. Grizzled driver, paisley bandanna swaddling skull, sunrise illuminating the filamentary hairs that stood out evenly from his bare shoulders to his forearms. As he stopped at a red light the driver turned on the radio, then reached down and retrieved a bowl of cereal. Three quick spoonfuls, his rose-red ears flexing with each chomp, his head nodding to some song on the radio. The light turned green, the bowl was replaced with a last reluctant glance, and the van lurched forward, switching lanes so quickly that its payload wobbled and rolled, and then it shot forward with a carburetive hiss and was soon out of sight.
I thought to myself, "that man is having a good day."
I'm closing this account!
13 years ago
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