Both my son and I reached for our phones when we came to the light behind this pickup.
It was 80 degrees plus outside.
My fear is this guy found a dumpster of expired or about to be expired treats. The way they are thrown in doesn’t look quite like he paid full price – but I could be wrong.
The picture I have in my head is of a very large woman who can’t move anymore. And its this guys job to raid dumpsters to find low cost food to keep her well fed. I guess my head is a scary place to be sometimes.
