A Close Call
Thursday, August 18, 2011 at 8:49PM ;)
Lexington & New Hampshire.
I've posted on this dumpster before and it has lasted for so long that I decided to add on another one. As I was gluing this one on, a man walked up to me in a casual manner. He asked me what I was doing.
"Just putting up a poster" I said.
"Uh, that's our dumpster." he said, incredulous.
"Oh." I responded. Unsure what I should do next.
"Would you like me to take it off?" I asked, trying my best to keep a cheery "no reason to flip out and me and start screaming and spitting in my face" tone in my voice.
He squinted his eyes, thinking. He stepped back and looked at the piece. I couldn't tell if he was on the fence at this point or summoning a lugie from the depths of his throat.
"You know what? I belive in supporting the arts... so just leave it." he said.
"Cool, thanks man!" I said. We exchanged names and shook hands.
He was one of the good ones, to be sure. Nevertheless I made sure to leave quickly, before he could change his mind and start raining blow after blow upon me with angry, vindictive fists.
You have to watch out for those vindictive fists, y'know. They hurt way more than just the normal ones.
Reader Comments (2)
I love how dumpsters have become possessions too.
Thank you , thank you! Two Morley's on one dumpster and we get to see them almost every day. How lucky can we get!