Four men. Yellow hats. Orange vests. Standing outside a liquor store at 8pm. After what was evidently a hard day at work. Looking at each other, then looking away. One of them spoke, the others nodded. Then they all looked away again.

I wonder what they were talking about. Were they wondering if they deserved a drink after a day of selling their bodies? Were they waiting for one of them to put up the money? Were they contemplating what their families would say?

Oh. I wonder.