My Neighborhood

In my neighborhood a man with Tourettes comes around everyday searching the recycling bins for pieces he can get money from, like a wine bottle or an empty can of beer. He shouts obscenities while doing this. His job. Sometimes he has a cart which he pulls behind him carrying his stash of bottles and cans about. One day, he took it straight up the hill and it fell over. Lots of swearing and cursing that damn box that won’t stay on that blank blank blank trolley.