Tom? Tom? You Tom!

I sit working at my computer. Outside, the shrill beep-beep-beep of some monster machine captures my attention pulling me away from the manpower estimates I'm wrestling with.

This huge cherry picker is outside my window. A guy is in the basket maneuvering it down the road. The man in the basket can drive the cherry picker while he's suspended in the air 25 feet above the ground. He wears a harness that's attached to the cherry picker's basket although were the machine to tip over the harness would do him no good.

He's rolling down the street alongside my building looking at the windows up on the the fourth floor. At least I assume he's looking at the windows and not looking in them. I wonder what the people up in those offices think as a man in a hardhat peers at their window? Such people don't expect passers-by on the outside outside of their offices.

I'm on the ground floor. I see the base of the cherry picker slowly roll past my office window. If my window opened, I could easily reach out to touch the machine's tires. The man at the controls is somewhere high above me doing whatever men in cherry pickers do. Once the base rolls by I can no longer see anything so I return to my work even though I know the man is right above me.

Windows are such a distraction.
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