It was unusual, Pussycat.

So all during this past week they've (some guys) been doing some construction next to my store. Digging. Jackhammering. Sweating. Paving. Piping. You know....construction stuff.

So anyhow, yesterday they're just about done and all of a sudden they put a Tom Jones cd on and start BLARING Tom for all within a city block to hear. 'What's New Pussycat' 'It's Not Unusual' 'and on and on.

And then the six or eight of them started singing. And half ass dancing. And clowning around.

And it was around 5:00 and folks were starting to come home from work and the street was filled with folks looking at these clowns and smiling. And laughing. And the workers were flirting with the gals and the gals were flirting back. And Tom Jones continued to fill the air with hit after hit.

And for one glorious half an hour there was joy in the world. Or at least one city block. It was almost like that opening scene in the first Austin Powers movie. Except with Tom Jones singing.

It was good.

Point of the story?

Tom Jones is still one cool dude. So cool, I even tossed my panties at the construction workers.