Kathleen sat down on the side porch of her small mobile home and took off her glasses. She rubbed the sweat from around her eyes with her shirttail and watched the crew of men in front of her house dig the new city sewer line with a large rock trencher.
The men were knee deep in mud from the downpour that came before dawn and again during midmorning. The rain was the normal summer monsoon that sweeps through northern Arizona, bringing clapping thunder and lighting strikes that reverberate along Sedona’s rock formations causing hikers and golfers to scurry for cover. The rain made the street a virtual sea of red, sticky mud.
The day couldn’t have turned out worse, Kathleen thought as she watched the construction crew. She felt the tension from the day’s move: her arms felt heavy as lead and her right eye ached, deep into the socket.
When Kathleen’s moving truck arrived at 7 a.m., the rock trencher just turned the corner of her street and was heading inch by inch toward her front yard like a giant prehistoric monster. As the truck maneuvered around the trencher and came to a halt in front of her house, one of the men from the construction company began yelling at the moving truck’s driver.
“Hey, bud! You can’t park there. Can’t you see we’re getting ready to dig the trench in front of that house?”
The moving man, clad in a one-piece jump suit with the logo of his company on the right pocket, looked back at the construction worker as he opened the truck door and climbed out. The other two movers, dressed the same, climbed out on the opposite side of the truck. All three were beefy-looking men.
The truck driver took off his Suns baseball cap and wiped his forehead. “Listen, man, I’m on a tight schedule. I’ve got to unload this stuff as soon as I can because I’m due in Salt Lake City by tomorrow morning.”
The construction worker, filthy because of the mud, shook his head. “Hey, dude, we’re on a tight schedule, too. We can’t just stop our work while you’re parked in front unloading. You’ve got to move into the driveway or something.”
“Yeah? Well, I guess you can see that I can’t get into the driveway. It’s too narrow. Got any more brainy suggestions?” the driver said with anger in his voice.
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