A friend whose office is in the building came out Tuesday night. She took a picture of the forlorn hard hat to send to me. So sad, covered in snow.
But two of our intrepid young men were forlorn in the parking lot. A dead battery, and no jumper cables. He gave them to his grandpa last night because he was worried about grandpa's truck.
My friend's best fella was on the way to pick her up. He's a road guy in the next township. We know they're always prepared.
My friend baked brownies for the boys and brought them on Wednesday. But there was no shingling on Wednesday, and it wasn't for a dead battery.
So, her best fella road guy got even more brownies. But I'll bet the young men on the roof will find a plate of brownies in the hard hat spot one of these days.