Urban Legend
The scaffolding caught my eye. Or rather, the two workers, each on different levels. Scruffy young men, tough, skull caps protecting their shaved heads from the bitter cold.
The one of the lower platform needed the rope. He hollered to the one above. The one above grabbed the rope, began to throw it, then pulled it tight to him, teasing the one below. Instead of getting upset, the one below dropped to his knees, in a princely manner, beckoning for the rope. The one above pulled the roped to his heart, batted his eyes, then unrolled the rope in a Rapunsel-esque motion. Chivalry lives.
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