fiiiu-fiiiiiiu!
You hear the unmistakable whistle as you pass a construction yard
"Well well well, look what a nice little cooke we've got here!"
Laughter from other men
You slowly turn back in contempt and see exactly what you expect: a fat, sweaty bricklayer in a greasy tank top, a few other in the back still snickering. As you prepare to yell back at that rude bunch, another worker catches your attention.
He wears the customary tank top, but somewhat elegantly on his fit body. He's leaning over the wall a few metres away, sipping a cigarette and apparently minding his own business, but his eyes are focused on the scene, as if waiting for something to happen
You hear the unmistakable whistle as you pass a construction yard
"Well well well, look what a nice little cooke we've got here!"
Laughter from other men
You slowly turn back in contempt and see exactly what you expect: a fat, sweaty bricklayer in a greasy tank top, a few other in the back still snickering. As you prepare to yell back at that rude bunch, another worker catches your attention.
He wears the customary tank top, but somewhat elegantly on his fit body. He's leaning over the wall a few metres away, sipping a cigarette and apparently minding his own business, but his eyes are focused on the scene, as if waiting for something to happen