Taking out the trash

Usually people hate Mondays, but this semester Mondays are my favorite day. I start at 10am so I get to sleep in, and I end at 1pm so I get to go home early. This particular Monday I stayed a bit late so I could go to the school gym and work out.

With my muscles aching I slowly walked through the cold to my bus stop. I sat in the shelter to keep warm, it was only a coincidence that I had to sit beside a very pretty girl. My bus came a bit early, so I was disappointed that my conversation with the pretty girl was cut short (I'll be honest I forgot what her name was, but I'm sure we were soul mates.) I jumped on my bus and made my was to the back of the bus.

I found a nice seat in the corner of the bus, and I put my backpack on the empty seat beside me. I put my head phones on and started listening to my music. A few stops later a loud clinking sound cut through the sound of my music. I looked up to see a homeless man with at least 5 garbage bags push his way on the bus. I was surprised that the bus driver let him on but I guess he payed his fare. I saw him eye down the seat beside me and I started to worry. I moved my backpack onto my lap and prayed that this man wouldn't throw his bags on me. Sure enough he came and dropped his garbage bags right beside me and sat two seats away from me.

I couldn't help but examine the contents in his garbage bag. I noticed that it wasn't all cans in his bags, there was trash. He had everything from fast food bags too soup cans. I was curious too see where he was going. I'm usually the last one off the bus from the downtown crew because I have to ride all the way to south st.vital, so I figured I'd see where he got off.

As we passed my old high school I started thinking that he was going to ride further then me. At this point I really didn't care because the smell of trash started getting to me. I eventually got to my stop and the thrash man was still on the bus. I got off and thought to myself "Where the fuck was that guy going?"