Outside at lunch today, I overheard several groups of The Bucket Boys arguing vehemently as they walked south. Heads were hanging low, empty buckets hanging lower, jeans barely hanging on.
Apparently, they had been "relocated" by the Chicago Police, and were disagreeing about which group "owned" which corner. I heard one guy shout, peppered with some expletives that I'm too polite to reprint here, "The Erie corner is ours, buddy! You get the Loop, south of the River! We get the Michigan Avenue parts!"
It seemed like an urban parody of gang warfare and territory battles, which isn't a laughing matter here in Chicago. Or, a Bucket Boys satire of "West Side Story."
Sounds like they need a real estate agent, or a negotiator at least.
And, a handful of belts.
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