I wasn't really in the best of moods that particular September morning. I was still sleepy and running late at the same time. Just as I finished feeding Kwittie Boy (our cat), I heard some thumping outside. I couldn't have been mistaken: it was the sound of someone pounding on the concrete sidewalk.
More than a month earlier, the sidewalk across our apartment was demolished to give way supposedly to a better drainage system. Yes, it was already about a month then and there was still no end to it. That's how it is with most, if not all, government projects. They weren't even done with that side yet when they began demolishing our side of the road. And this is what it looked like:
I talked to one of the workers to spare that small portion in front of our gate until after we move out, as we were scheduled to in about a week's time. He agreed, and I no longer had to put up this ugly makeshift sign:
But then, the pounding. Already in a bad mood, I asked why when I told them not to until we move out, which was just two days away. They had to, the worker said. I said I already asked them not to a week earlier. Besides, they could just skip that part in the meantime and move on.