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Yesterday morning, as I do most mornings, I took the trash to the dumpster before getting in my car to head to work (trying to minimize bugs). I was surprised as I approached the dumpster to see Cheetos flying out of it. My first thought was that there must be an animal in the bin. I was going to hoist my bag and hightail it out of there, when I realized that it was a person! They had slept there!
I stopped the forward momentum of my arm and held on to the bag as the dumpster dude and I looked at each other. I did as I would for any other person, I greeted him, albeit somewhat hesitantly. "Uh, good morning," I said. "Good morning," he replied. Then he looked at my bag of trash. I didn't know what to do.
I decided to set it down next to the dumpster and once again spoke, "Would you mind putting this in there for me when you leave?" And I thought to myself, "I guess he's going to leave. Right?"
We both seemed to shrug our shoulders at the same time. My shrug was a response to my silent question, and his was part of his reply, "Sure. Sure. I can do that." He smiled really big as if I had given him a gift.
As I walked off he stuck his head out the opening and waved bye. I told him to have a nice day and I sincerely hoped with all my heart that he would, but at the same time I realized how bizarre that statement was. It broke my heart. I didn't go straight to my car as planned. I walked back to my apartment and went inside for awhile. I took solace in petting my furbabies.
When I left for work, I drove by the dumpster to make sure my trash was no longer on the pavement. It wasn't. He had put it in the dumpster as promised. All the others were still on the sidewalk, but he took care of mine. I'm not sure why, but that especially touched my heart.
He wasn't there this morning, but by now the dumpster is full again. It will be interesting to see if he shows up when the trash bins are emptied.
I told the story at work. Someone there made the comment that I should have thrown the trash in anyway. How cruel! Where is the humanity in that?!? I come closer to understanding the dumpster dude than I do attitudes like that.
The whole thing made me think of the following song. It was made popular by Dionne Warwick in the 60's, but I like this version by the original artist, Jackie DeShannon. It is another brilliant song written by the great Burt Bacharach. Enjoy.