As I turned the corner to head west on Leland Ave., there was a very angry man. He was yelling down the alley. "Hey, you guys just dropped a brick right next to my head!" He was addressing what looked like the crew leader of a bunch of Mexican workers on the roof. There were close to twenty of them and they were looking over the edge of the Mission style three story building to see what all the fuss was about. The crew leader was not really paying attention to what the man was saying much like the brick dropper hadn't been.
The angry man was a hipster of sorts wearing a stingy brim and clear plastic horn rimmed glasses. He talked very articulately, was about 6 foot tall and fairly thin.
"You guys just dropped a brick right near my head!" Finally, the crew leader perked up and yelled right back. What? Like he was really bothered.
"One of your guys just dropped a brick this close to my head." He used his thumb and fore finger to show a distance of about two and a quarter inches.
I immediately crossed the street. "Do you want me to call the city?" The crew leader just stood there. "What are you guys doing up there? Are you playin'?"
Still no reaction from the crew leader. "Do you know how to do the job? Are you playin' up there?" The crew looking over the edge were smiling and chuckling. It was a comedy act performed by a hilarious gringo.
"Do you want me to call the Police? Are you playn' up there? Do you know how to do the job?" Everything stayed the same. When it was obvious this was it, the angry man walked east shaking his head in disgust. The comedy routine was over. The crew resumed their roof work. Now knowing exactly how to spice up a dull day.
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