Dirt

There is a younger construction worker sitting next to me. His head is buzzed to a stubble and recovering from a sunburn. He is talking to another guy across the aisle about their site. Most of the conversation involves phrases like, "Sheeeeit, I know," and the word sunuvabitch.

He is wearing a hoodie and heavy cargo pants. Resting on one knee is a spiral notepad. Wonder what this blue collar guy has to say...

"Hey pretty girl, I miss you more each and every day.."

I stopped reading after that. None of my business. But I feel for the kid. I'm sure she will appreciate the letter.