Some saw a table for two or three, hosting an impromptu lunch on a sunny day.
Others saw a much-needed break in the daily routine… fresh air, laughter, conversations with friends and coworkers.
Charles saw none of that.
He saw perspiration and aching shoulders. He smelled the odor of ammonia and felt water sloshing against his legs as he shuffled around the building. He saw the indifference in the eyes of others as they passed by without noticing. He saw the loneliness of his life reflected back at him.
“Hey buddy! You missed a spot!”
Charles cynically continued his work.
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