We Have Cans

I was standing outside moments ago when a guy on a bike rode by hauling three huge bags filled with hundreds of cans. He was no doubt on his way to get paid from the recycling plant down the street. Just as he passed me, a megaphone narration broke the air and yelled, “Hey. You on the Bike. We’ve got more cans for you.” It sounded mischievous – not something you’d expect to hear blasted loudly across the streets of the Warehouse District. The guy immediately looked at me to see if I was responsible for the command. I gave him a blank look and shrugged my shoulders. Then we both noticed a fire truck parked at a light about two blocks away. The guy on the bike and I concluded that the words were coming from the fire truck. Sure enough the truck pulled up to us and a fire guy got out, went around to the back of the truck, and pulled out three of his own bags of cans. The fire guy and I helped the guy on the bike balance six bags of cans on his bike and then the fire guy and I watched as the can man rode off slowly, wobbling back and forth down the road.