Curiouser and curiouser.

I saw something while walking to work this morning that literally made me stop in my tracks. There was a backhoe traveling down Broadway this morning, and the driver was a woman. That wasn’t what stopped me, because frankly I see no reason that a woman can’t drive a backhoe if that’s what she wants to do with her life. No, what brought me up short was that the driver looked like she was probably somebody’s grandma. Not that she could be, but that she definitely was. Almost as if she was getting some early-morning shopping done at Century 21 and decided to take the backhoe uptown rather than wait for a cab. She wore stylishly short, fluffy, older-woman hair, a pink ribbed turtleneck, and wire-rimmed eyeglasses. I stood in place for a moment, waiting for the requisite fluffy dog or fat cat to press its fuzzy little face up against the passenger-side window, but sadly she must have left her furry friends at home while she was out doing manual labor. Pity, too, because she looked like she was having a good time, and I bet Muffy would’ve loved to have been there. I wanted to mime pulling the horn to see if I could get her to honk, but she never took her eyes off the road to stare at me or any other girl in the area.


Actually, that was the most shocking part of the whole sighting.


I knew she wasn’t a construction worker!