Day 71
At the intersection where the eastbound freeway traffic exits onto the last road before I get home, I often see a man standing with his back towards me. (I'm coming westbound). He's facing into traffic, holding a cardboard sign.
I always wonder what his sign says, but he never faces the direction that I'm coming. I assume that he is asking for money, for food, for help. Once I thought I saw him collecting bottles from the cars stopped at the light, presumably for the ten cent deposit. I don't even know if its the same man every time.
A few days back, I noticed he was standing on another piece of cardboard. Was it, I wondered, like an ergo mat, to cushion his feet? Or was it another sign with a different message?
He's never there when I'm coming eastbound, but I really only do that on weekends and at night. I'd save bottles for him, but there's no deposit on bottled water. I wish I knew what his sign said.
I always wonder what his sign says, but he never faces the direction that I'm coming. I assume that he is asking for money, for food, for help. Once I thought I saw him collecting bottles from the cars stopped at the light, presumably for the ten cent deposit. I don't even know if its the same man every time.
A few days back, I noticed he was standing on another piece of cardboard. Was it, I wondered, like an ergo mat, to cushion his feet? Or was it another sign with a different message?
He's never there when I'm coming eastbound, but I really only do that on weekends and at night. I'd save bottles for him, but there's no deposit on bottled water. I wish I knew what his sign said.
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