This was taken just after noon on a Friday. Smack in the middle of the CBD.
Whipped off his helmet, chucked the boots aside, laid down some newspapers, and he’s out like a light.
Considering the rigourous nature of his manual labour, I’m not surprised. And well deserved.
Meanwhile, around him, white-collar types shuttle to-and-fro their offices and lunch places. Some look like they need a nap. Desperately.