Busker's day off

On my way to dork everyday, I will pass by this street busker doing his gig in the underpass leading to my office. He sings really old oldies that I cannot relate. But the important thing is he had become part of my morning routine. Like an old friend we greet each other when we pass each other every morning. Guess this become a daily friendly thingy.

This afternoon I made a trip back to the office and saw the chairs were empty. Guess everyone has a burn out day and needed a recharge. So, I think my dear friend here took a day off.