Mixing concrete and minding my business. This pug runs the most punctual mixer in the county — deliveries always on time, attitude always immaculate, hard hat always on. He doesn't do small talk at the job site. No delays. He does a pre-pour inspection sniff of the whole work area, because quality control is everyone's job, but mostly his.
Paws on the wheel. Eyes on the road. Ears operating as auxiliary turn signals. A professional with a commercial license and a perfect safety record — unless you count the traffic cone incident, which he maintains was the cone's fault. The cone has declined to comment.
The schedule is sacred: pour at 7, rinse at 9, nap at 9:15. The nap is load-bearing — it's in the union contract. His dispatch radio is mostly him snoring into it, which the office has learned to interpret as "on my way."
See the mixer rolling through town, on time as always? Give a wave. He won't wave back. He's busy.