So, yesterday morning, I'm at the gas station, filling up my truck. An old man, balding, rather stooped posture, kinda weatherbeaten look about him, comes shuffling toward me across the lot. It was warm, but he was wearing a rather heavy jacket, and there was no rain in the forecast, but he carried an umbrella, folded under his arm. In one hand, he clutched a small plastic garbage bag.
My first thought was that he was going to try and have a conversation with me, but he never really looked at me. Instead, he shuffled to the trash recepticle there between the gas pumps. He bent over, and rummaged through the can, carefully moving empty oil bottles, used kleenex, and discarded, half-eaten fast food lunches, and eventually found what he was after. He took one, solitary, empty Mountain Dew can, and carefully placed it in the bag, before moving on the the other recpticles on the lot.
As I watched him shuffle away, all I could think was, "****. I shoulda thought to look in there..."
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