I so don't make enough money to deal with this kind of situation. I press myself closer against the building, hoping I'm hidden by the thickening twilight shadows. The trash bag is next to my feet.
There, not even twenty feet away from me, is my goal. The trash can. And there, standing next to it, is him. That freaking kid with the baseball cap that has to be possessed by the spirit of a raccoon the way he digs through the trash. I don't want to deal with him. Maybe I should have brought a broom with me. Swatted him away.
I shift my weight to my other side and purse my lips. Minimum wage. That's all I'm getting to deal with troublesome customers, cleaning bathrooms and him; this stupid kid who doesn't have the decency to save his allowance up to buy a fresh burger. I should walk over there and give him a good lecture, but my feet don't want to move. There's something about the kid that worries me. I guess my logic is, if he's crazy enough to eat out of a trash can, he's crazy enough to do anything.
What if, I ask myself, I walk up to him, give him a piece of my mind, and end up in the trashcan myself. In pieces. Dead.
Okay, so, leaving the shadows is not an option, but, I've got to do something about the trash bag at my feet. Who knows how long that freak will be there, standing next to my trash can, picking through it for food. I kind of have things I want to do at home. I told Dan I'd call him once I was out of work, and I've got so much homework to do.
I keep staring at the kid, willing him to hurry up. Why can't he eat that stupid burger faster?
I let myself slide down the wall until I'm sitting on the dirty alley floor. This sucks. I find a pebble on the pavement and roll it between my fingers. It'll be dark before I get this stupid trash in the trash can. I sigh and rest my head against the burger shop's wall. I guess I just have to wait.