Turn Out the Lights the Party's Over

The mornings look different from the afternoons on Route 21.

In the morning we're freshly scrubbed, and our uniforms are crisp and clean.  The downtown business men have their shirts and ties.  Warehouse workers, like Deron and Jesse, display their names and the company colors on their fresh Dickie's. You can smell the fabric softener on the restaurant workers as they pass by on the way to their seats.  The morning is bathed in anticipation, and soft interior coach lighting.

By the afternoon we've been beaten down.  The business men's ties, collars, and cuffs are all undone.  Deron and Jesse are sweaty and greasy.  The smell of the fry-o-later, and bits of the food cooked in it, cling to the restaurant workers.  The hard daylight shows everyone just how hard a day it was. 

It's the opposite for the girls who work at the strip joint though.  Their ride to work is illuminated by the brutal afternoon lighting of Route 21 that shows all to clearly how hard a night it was.  Either they never went to bed, or they just crawled out of it.  And dang, could they use a good "scrubbin".  Hopefully they're heading into a work environment with much more flattering lighting for them than Route 21 provides.  Like darkness maybe.  They weren't created for darkness though.  Maybe they've just gotten more comfortable in it.

See you on Route 21.