En route to work this morning, I walked by the same hole in the street where I saw the Con Edison boss telling his underling to find whatever it was that he had lost in it last week. But this time, there was an army of Keyspan Energy Delivery workers being lectured -- with no small level of reproach -- by their supervisor or at least by someone who looks like he's in charge:
"Listen, make sure everything's safe. Ya hear? I don't want anybody finding any of our shit down there. Got it? I don't want anybody finding any of our shit."
Could this apparent cover up have anything to do with the fact that I now have Free's "All right Now" caught in my head this morning?
Then, further down the line, on an industrial stretch of Banker Street, I passed a pile of garbage. Nearby I note a square box wrapped in a garbage bag with a sign pasted on it reading (in bold 32 pt. type): "DEAD RAT!" Below that, almost as an afterthought, someone has appeneded "do not touch" in black marker.