Out where my grandmother lives...there's a guy who walks the back roads, looking for aluminum cans. I'm not sure where he comes from, but usually, once a month he shows up. I'm glad to see him, since it saves me some work--I *hate* cleaning up the road and fishing those damn cans out of the creek--not to mention I can get rid of the box of cans I save for recycling. Usually, by the time he reaches our road, his bags (blue ones from Jyunt Iggle) are overflowing--I'd give him one of our large garbage bags, and help him transfer his stuff.
One time, he got *extremely* lucky--as I was helping him, one of the neighbors came down with a truck, took the guy up to his house, and let him have the *huge* pile of cans just sitting in the woods! We're talking *several* pounds of scrap here folks! My neighbor then took the guy to the scrapyard to exchange the cans, then took him to wherever he was staying.
Someone's taking care of him, since he doesn't stink, and his clothes are in good shape. However, he doesn't speak very well, and it's difficult to understand him. With that said, he simply can't get a job. It sucks, but he seems happy.
One time, he got *extremely* lucky--as I was helping him, one of the neighbors came down with a truck, took the guy up to his house, and let him have the *huge* pile of cans just sitting in the woods! We're talking *several* pounds of scrap here folks! My neighbor then took the guy to the scrapyard to exchange the cans, then took him to wherever he was staying.
Someone's taking care of him, since he doesn't stink, and his clothes are in good shape. However, he doesn't speak very well, and it's difficult to understand him. With that said, he simply can't get a job. It sucks, but he seems happy.
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