Two National Grid maintenance vehicles have been parked on the highway, directly in front of my house, for the last half an hour. Between the two vehicles, the crew of three men have been (and continue to do) the best job I have thus seen of stabilizing the guardrail by holding it down with the weight of their collective asses.
Overseeing the safety of these fine gentlemen are 8 orange construction cones and one orange overpaid police officer. I think the police officer is the one that slightly taller than the others. It’s hard to tell, none of them are moving.
Goddammit I’m gonna come home to two tractor trailers jack-knifed in my front yard, aren’t I? Frak.