I forgot my phone, a shame, this would have been a great photo. In at the Superette, down the road, picking up my ration. And across the street - the highway, a beat up old truck, two guys get out...one tall, other short, both dressed like they're homeless in warmer climes, torn plaid shirts and jeans, mid fifties maybe, beards grown halfway down their chest, one tall and lanky, the other, shorter, one arm, his sleeve blowing in the wind, his other hand balancing a cardboard flat of empty beer cans and water bottles, both running across the highway, lanky one has a couple of boxes of cans, the short one-armed one, he's been beaten up, black eye, limping, the expression on their faces, they're down to party, they'll exchange these empties for a couple of beer...
I'm looking on, beside myself, cursing my lack of phone, the checkout clerk, he's seen it all before, there's no novelty to this, now the guys are in the beer aisle and I'm laughing, it's like out of a movie, only better done...