So I’m taking out the trash this morning, when I run across this bum casually diving through the dumpster; ‘prolly looking for that perfect piece of cardboard to broadcast his tear-jerker tragedies on some exit off of I-5…
But I digress– this trash was heavy, and he was kind of in my way. I weighed the thought of doing this tactfully somehow, but then I realized how absurd that was.
“Uhhh… dude?”
He lifts his head and glows at the loaded contractor bag in my hand–
–is what he says. I’m like “yeahhh, it is…” o_o
I think there was a busted up VCR in there… maybe he’ll enjoy it for lunch.