What you need to know about road repair

A few years ago, we had the pleasure of getting a look inside the offices of the American Road Auto Repair Association, where a couple of employees in their 30s had worked for almost two decades.

The building was on a street that had become an overnight roadblock for car owners.

It had become a haven for a certain type of car owner, whose car would not be able to be repaired.

A few months ago, the building was a mess, with graffiti and other debris on the floors.

The staff who worked there had taken to calling themselves “street cleaners.”

They would do a few routine maintenance tasks and then get out to a nearby vacant lot, shoveling up dirt and grass and digging up the sidewalk.

When they were done, they would go back inside and do the rest of the work, usually with a pair of gloves, a shovel, a chain saw and a pick.

But on Thursday, one of the cleaners took it upon himself to clean the parking lot.

It was about 4 p.m., and the street was full of people waiting for a bus.

Some people were taking the bus and others were walking in their cars.

It felt like they were trying to take advantage of the situation.

“You know, I didn’t see it coming,” the cleaner told me.

“I was in my car for maybe an hour and a half.

I saw a guy walking down the street.

I had no idea that it was going to be like this.”

He was walking with his wife and their 2-year-old son, who was playing in a toy box.

The car in front of him was the car that the cleaner was cleaning.

He pulled up beside the cleaner and spoke to him politely.

“Sorry I didn, uh, stop you,” the man said.

“No problem, I’m doing what I’m supposed to do,” the clean said.

But the man continued to walk.

“He was walking on the sidewalk,” the guy told me later.

“And he was walking in a very dangerous situation.”

The cleaner had to keep walking, trying to keep up with the man, until he got to the corner of the street and he was back inside.

He told the man to stay out of the way of his work.

“So I did, and I told him, ‘Stay out of here,'” the cleaner said.

Then, the cleaner started cutting down the sidewalk, which was strewn with debris.

As the cleaning continued, the man started walking again.

“It was just this little boy, a boy,” the worker said.

He said the boy was about 6 feet tall, with blue eyes and curly blond hair.

He wore a baseball cap and sneakers.

He was wearing a green hoodie and a red backpack.

The cleaning started again, this time with a chainsaw.

The man stopped and asked the cleaner if he wanted to take a picture.

“What’s the situation?” the cleaner asked.

“The kid was trying to get a picture of a bus,” the cleaning said.

The boy walked back to his car.

“OK, I’ll take a photo,” the boy said.

As he walked back, the cleaning noticed something else unusual: The hoodie was not green, but purple.

The cleaner grabbed a paintbrush and started painting the hoodie.

The picture took off.

The worker pulled out a picture book, but instead of showing the bus, the picture was showing the street, which is where the cleaner had parked his car the previous night.

The bus was gone.

The clean and his wife rushed inside to tell the driver.

“That bus was here,” the bus driver said.

It turned out the cleaning had gotten his picture.

He had taken the photo while cleaning his car, which he thought would help him find his vehicle.

The driver had asked if he could come and get it.

The two of them went to the front door of the bus.

The Cleaners mother had come out and the bus was waiting for them.

The woman had a white towel wrapped around her head.

She said the bus came and went as if nothing had happened.

The couple walked back inside, to get their children and the cleaners car keys.

As they walked out the door, they noticed a man standing in the parking garage.

The men ran toward him.

They were shocked to see the man.

The first thing the cleaners mother said was, “Oh my God.”

“What was that?” the woman asked.

The next thing the woman said was “He must have been a bus driver.”

The man was a bus worker.

“Where is he?” the cleaners mom asked.

Then she looked around and saw a couple people, two young children, lying in the street outside the bus depot.

They had all been dragged from the parking area.

One of the men was covered in a sheet and was lying face down on the asphalt.

“Why were they dragged?” the mother asked.

It took several minutes for the police to arrive and take