Waiting for a friend. Third Avenue and St. Mark's Place. Worker from corner magazine shop sweeps the sidewalk, pushing some of the dust, cigarette butts and what not into Third Avenue.
Meanwhile, a street sweeper comes roaring up, horn honking. People standing on the corner quickly move back as the sweeper pulls up.
The driver gets out and stands on the cab. "What are you doing? I just came by here and swept," she yells down to the man with the broom.
He apologizes.
"I called this in. I already swept here. You're not supposed to sweep into the street after we come by."
He apologizes again and attempts to try to sweep up what he left behind. "Don't do that. I've already called it in." She mentions a ticket, but says that she will make sure that he doesn't get one.
She stands there a few more awkward moments. Then gets back inside and drives off... only to make a theatrical entrance a minute later. Going back and forth over the spot and then hanging a sharp left and continuing on St. Mark's Place.
