(Four construction workers are sitting on a bench or something of that sort, eating their lunches out of lunch boxes. They are chummy and should imply that this foursome is a regular lunch event. They are all laughing and joking amongst themselves. For sake of reading, they all have comical regional accents, New York/Boston-esque. Every time they cat-call it should be disgusting and with a tone of extreme disrespect and complete disregard for the dignity of the woman.)

WORKER #3: Nothin’ like sittin’ out, eatin’ lunch, on a nice sunny day after a long morning clingin’ to a skyscraper.

WORKER #2: Aaaa-men.

WORKER #1: There are some nice lookin’ broads in this city, I tell ya.

WORKER #2: You said it!

WORKER #4: Babes galore!

WORKER #3: They’re all out in their Wednesday best, and some of these ladies are lookin’ fi-yi-yi-YINE! (He laughs loudly and bites his sandwich.)

WORKER #4: It’s like watching a beauty contest and we’re the judges, ya know?

WORKER #2: Pissuh.

(An attractive woman crosses in front of them.)

WORKER #3: Check that one out, hell yeah! I’d like to take her to a fancy French restaurant, buy her something real nice, and pay for her taxi even without expecting sex at the end of the night!

(The four hoot and holler and high-five at this.)

WORKER #2: Yeah, you tell ‘em Frankie.

(Another woman passes.)

WORKER #1: (Stands up.) Hey you there! (Laughs leeringly, the woman looks disgusted and storms off.) If it was Valentine’s Day I’d buy you a dozen roses and write romantic poems for ya!

(WORKER #1 sits down and picks up his sandwich and bites it greedily, his comrades laughing hysterically at their fun. Yet another woman passes by.)

WORKER #2: Hey good-lookin’! Yeahhhh, good-lookin’! (The woman is disgusted and walks off. He continues calling.) Your eyes are like two still ponds in the moonlight! (He devolves into a fit of hooting and hollering with his chums. WORKER #4, however, does not look pleased.)

WORKER #4: Aww hell, you guys suck at this!

WORKER #3: Are you serious, man?

WORKER #4: No joke, dudes, you’re goin’ about this all wrong.

WORKER #1: Let’s see you do it!

WORKERS #2 + 3: Yeah!

WORKER #4: Alright, fine!

(They wait. A woman begins to walk by. WORKER #4 steps in front of her.)

WORKER #4: Yo, good-lookin’ that’s a rick of ribs you got there! (He oggles blatantly. The woman maces him. He falls to the ground, screaming bloody murder. The woman storms off. The other WORKERS, however, look on disappointed.)

WORKER #1: Yo, man, that was not cool.

WORKER #3: That was like, disrespectful man.

WORKER #2: Women are individuals with rights and feelings of their own.

WORKER #1: You should think about what you’ve done, and potentially consider voting for Hillary Clinton in order to make up for it.

(They leave. End.)