That's right. I've got another one for the "Don't you worry about dying?!" file.
While waiting for the water to boil for my coffee this morning, I was looking out the window at the construction across the street. (I am very excited for them to finish this building, because I think it's going to be a mall and my chances for a coffee shop next door will increase exponentially.) After a long year of nothing much visible going on, the structure is finally peeking about the fence and affords a more interesting view.
So this morning I notice the following: they are constructing a third floor, there are some squarish sections of rebar poles sticking up haphazardly in a few areas, the crane is hauling up another huge pile of rebar, a man is walking across the floor. Wait. I can see his head.
I don't mean I can see the bubbly bit on top of his shoulders. No, I mean I can see his actual hair. As in: he is not wearing a hard hat. On a construction site. While walking under a crane carrying a who-knows-how-heavy pile of steel rebar.
(To be fair, when I looked out the window this afternoon, all the workers were wearing brightly-colored hard hats. The dude this morning must have been a supervisor who didn't think he'd be around long enough to wear a helmet, or some such deal.)
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