Watching the watchers

[muckefuck]

After a beautifully autumnal weekend, the world has relapsed into heat and humidity. When I first noticed it happening yesterday evening as the storm blew through, I was bummed. After a morning in my workspace, currently nicknamed "The Meat Locker" (ever since they did some duct work a few weeks ago, it's been so cold even I notice it), I was positively looking forward to it. So much so I actually sought out outdoor seating.

This put me squarely in front of Dixie Kitchen, where I had some so-so fried chicken while discovering the answer to a question that's bugged me all year: Where do the downtown construction workers eat their lunch? Apparently, at least a half dozen of them do it on the second floor of the emerging structure opposite, where they can ogle the traffic on one of the busier sidewalks. This neatly removes any moral qualms I might have about taking up a seat below and, well, ogling them.

Comments

[keyne.livejournal.com]

Wait -- there's a Dixie Kitchen somewhere other than Hyde Park? Is it related to the HP one?

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

It's the mawkish younger sister who tries so much to be as pretty and engaging as the one everyone loves and doesn't quite pull it off, but you feel a little sorry for and don't fault for trying.