I'm happy to report that after six months of pondering this, I came across one of the pickax wielding men along with one of his cohorts, and before I lost my nerve, I snapped a quick photo.
Turns out that wasn't such a great idea. Of course, as soon as I took it, he yelled at me and got his coworker there to yell at me. And I still had to cross the street right in front of him, listening to him yell me across. Since I couldn't understand what he was saying and I'm not a fan of being yelled at, I called upon my wild imagination and clearly heard him saying, "If I were in my magical video game and/or enchanted Disney world instead of this sad and sorry real one, I would never let a princess as fair as you cross the road on her own two feet! I would summon a carriage to bear you down the road so you would not have to tire your legs! How ashamed I am to be in this real world! My apologies Your Highness! I long for the day we shall meet again in fairer pastures in the realm where we both belong."
In rereading that, I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess it is this (typical for me) line of thinking that made my husband doubt my original story of ten men with pickaxes in the first place...
I usually ignore their rants!
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