![]() On the other side of the blinds, there were desks and filing cabinets illuminated by fluorescent light and people going about their day, which would have been a normal one were it not for the 20,000 T-shirt orders to process and the intrusion of tourists who saw the place as some kind of zoo exhibition. “I don’t know anything.”Ī man on a bicycle paused near the front office to stare at the building. “I’m just an employee,” one of them said. Workers walked in and out of the parking lot, sometimes shaking their heads but mostly keeping them down and not saying much to any of the outsiders for whom the landscaping company was now an unusual monument to the end of America, or the end of the thing that had symbolized the end of America, or something. All of them spent a few minutes taking in the sight and, more importantly, documenting their visit with selfies. Alone, they wore bemused expressions, eyes focused on their screens. ALL OTHERS WILL BE TOWED AT OWNERS’ EXPENSE. ![]() They all came for the same reason: to see for themselves the words FOUR SEASONS TOTAL LANDSCAPING. On the afternoon of November 13, Mike Siravo was standing outside his family’s landscaping business in Northeast Philadelphia, dressed in khakis and a company polo shirt, watching as strangers pulled up in nice cars, parked without care on the busy street, and approached the barbed-wire-topped fence with iPhones gripped in outstretched hands.
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