About twice a day to six times a week, Mary and I drive past some new construction, to wit: a new gas station. Each time we notice progress, but no one working. Six or so men, orange shirts, hard hats, just standing there. Yet progress is made. We are convinced they see us coming and some one shouts, "here comes Ty and Mary, stand still". Then as we drive off, they go back to work. Same thing on any ten mile stretch of road construction we seem to go through on our way to El Dorado or Baton Rouge.. No one any where, except for the drugged out looking guy or gal, stringy hair, two day whiskers, holding that stop/slow sign. Or is it just us???