Seen on the Street - Woman in Garbage Can

This morning as I walked to my parking garage, I saw a woman sitting - no - lounging in a garbage can. Totally chill. Head back. Satisfied smile. Cigarette dangling casually between her fingers. Her butt was in the can. Her feet hanging out. And she watched the pavement pounding losers mill by, her face laced with arrogance, pity and contempt. Her lips pressed together in self-satisfied bliss.

She looked like she'd just discovered how incredibly comfy a city garbage can could be, moments before the secret got out. She'd figured it out and beaten us all to the trash can paradise.

She looked proud. And sorry for us.