Diggers

My favorite place for lunch used to be the last table next to the window.

There we used to sit and watch these people digging the road and the Autos and the Buses.

The diggers and the drivers synchronizing their efforts to produce maximum interruption of traffic on Langford Road and of course entertainment for us.

They would dig dig dig all the time.

Start digging from this end and before they reached the other end, started digging again from this end.

It looked so foolish.

And the worst part was that they would take to digging right in the middle of the day.

When the sun was at its worst. I am sure that kind of exposure to sun would cause some kind of permanent brain damage.

I wanted to say “Hey!!! Go sit in the shade now. You can come back and work in the evening”

I was so obsessed with watching them I would go for coffee alone, sit facing the window and watch them till they wound up for the day.

Then I thought…

What would the diggers think of people in the prime of their lives, working for ten years on the same product, sitting, staring at a tube for hours, back towards the remaining human population in the room, no physical activity, nothing to go home to, except for may be another tube.

Why they never stood there looking at me.

Realized that the glass of my building is opaque from the outside and went back to work.