As some of you know, currently there is a house being built right next door to me. As a result, there are construction workers constantly roving around. And what do construction workers like to do (besides sit around and shoot the shit)? That's right, eat! So this morning as I left my house there was one of those little trucks sitting in the street, the kind where it's all silver and the side flips up and there's soda and sandwiches and Jell-O cups sitting on shelves. Not willing to miss this, I walked up the truck just as a scruffy Russian looking guy was leaving (don't ask me why he looked Russian, he just did). Being the tough guy I am I grabbed a Tropicana orange juice and paid the woman $1.25. Yeah, that's right. I could be in construction too.