I was running past one of the many parks that are scattered around the neighborhood this morning, and strewn about the entrance were rakes and brooms and even a set of leaf blowers. I entered the park, confused to see all the detritus of the usual Bangladeshi landscaping crew unattended.
As I jogged down the main path I saw a pair of dusty black loafers sticking out from behind a tree and as I rounded the corner I saw all six of the guys curled up asleep together on a big plastic mat, like a bunch of kittens tired after a day of play. I kept running by and the guys were completely undisturbed by me
Thirty minutes later when I returned along the same path, they were still there, asleep and content as can be.