My Walk Home

I got off the bus today and began walking to my apartment. I watched a crazy garbage truck driver recklessly picking up our dumpsters and driving his monster truck at speeds he shouldn't have been driving at in a parking lot. As I tried to walk around him, he backed up and nearly hit me. Then yelled something at me that was thankfully thwarted by my outside-world blocker Ipod Nano. Instead of getting mad, I let him do his thing and waited a few minutes and walked away smiling. He's a garbage man.