I remember looking out my office window at all the slackers going home at a normal hour. My office window on the 10th floor looked directly at North Central Expressway. Soon the headlights turned on, and bumper-to-bumper they inched home, those slackers. With the hum of traffic to my back, I reviewed lease documents or sent emails or researched prospects. You know, important stuff.
After it was totally dark and the streets were nearly empty, I switched the light off and went home.
No one cared.