A Piece Of Garbage
“You’re just a piece of garbage to me, and I have no use for you!”
The speaker was a man. He shouted this at me as he walked towards me this morning. I was just about to sit at a table at the Northern District Library.
This man was carrying four plastic grocery bags and wearing several layers of clothing. He had an ashen face, and I could see madness dancing in his pale blue eyes.
He stopped about 5 feet (1.5 meters) away from me and said, “I got no use for you, you piece of garbage.” Then he turned and walked away.
What a relief! I don’t care what people say to me as long as they don’t hit me.
I don’t know this man. I have never seen him before. How did he arrive at the conclusion that I was a piece of garbage? Was he talking to members of my family?
If I had spoken to him, then I would have told him that he was wrong about me being useless. I would have said that I was useful to him as a sounding board for his madness.