Today I was driving past a construction site, listening to “Mick” Hammer sing Can’t Touch This on the radio (no relation to Mick Jagger). One of the workers, a portly older gentleman in a khaki Carhartt jumpsuit and white hardhat crossed the road in front of my car and sped up a little to get out of my way.
His fingers were spread wide apart and the bounce in his step matched the beat of the music. He looked like he was doing jazz hands in some sort of blue collar early nineties rap musical. I wonder if he knew he’d just been cast.