Ah, another Monday. The sleeping men will be out again at lunchtime.
Since the weather turned nippy a few weeks ago, I’ve observed an odd custom at lunchtime. Working men with vehicles–delivery drivers, plumbers, construction workers, salesmen–park their cars and trucks on my street and take a nap.
Sometimes there are two or there men sharing a vehicle. One may be sleeping with his head tucked into his shoulder and his feet on teh dashboard while the other reads a newspaper and the third leans slack-faced against the backseat.
It was disconcerting the first time I walked past a long row of delivery vans and saw their uniformed owners napping. Were they all dead? No, no. At 1:00, they started their engines and drove away for their afternoon’s work. Now I’m used to them and I tiptoe by quietly on my way to lunch. Wouldn’t want to wake them…
