Dumpster diver

Regardless of the time change, I still woke up before the sun. So I figured I’d go for a nice long ride while the city slept away it’s Halloween hangover. On my way to the bike I noticed someone digging through our trash bins. I approached him and told him he needed to stop digging through our trash and leave. He stopped and looked at me, then continued. I told him again. He then looked at me and said “I don’t speak English.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes.”

“Well regardless of whether you speak English or not, you need to go. Now. You can have whatever trash you’ve accumulated so far and anything you’ve thrown around the garage floor. But that’s it. You’ve got to go.”

“Okay.”

As he was leaving I stopped him again and said, “Tenga buen dia.” I smiled. He gave me a dirty look and walked out of the garage. Then he turned around and told me that he’d get my bike. He speaks pretty good English for not speaking it. And I’m sure I haven’t seen the last of this vagrant.