Chillin in Midtown in the Heatwave

I was pedaling east on on a Citibike after dropping off a lens for repair at Photo Tech. I spotted a young man in a construction job site office, potentially supervising it and poorly, kicking back in his chair with his feet up on the walls. Wanting that shot of labor at leisure on another hot day in a very hot week, but not wanting to cause a scene, I kept pedaling. I took the bike down 36th, down 8th Ave, back 35th, up 9th, and down 36th again. The loop was so I could ditch the bike close by but far enough before I arrived at their site that I wasn't clearly ditching the bike at their site. That would look immediately suspicious. I try to avoid raising suspicion. 

Past experiences have taught me that construction workers routinely freak out when they see someone with a camera in their vicinity. They suspect terrorism or something. "I'mma havta askyew ta leave" or "you can't be here" or "you can't do that" is how they respond. They are wrong about that.

Construction workers also routinely love to show this suspicious character that their colors don't run. I don't feel like fighting with men with muscles and testosterone levels elevated by swinging sledgehammers around all day and/or getting arrested for no good reason. Construction workers and cops are equally disinterested in learning about the law that is on my side. That's why, like usual, I played oblivious to their concerns and shampooed on out. I got back on a CitiBike and disappeared into to Midtown Manhattan. Like usual, I got my shots well before they noticed.