So tonight, near the end of my shift, I headed outside to throw away some more cardboard. We always flatten and put a sticker on it so council garbage men know they have to pick it up.
I go through the back door and see their van there.
They didn't pick any cardboard but they tell me to throw the one I am carrying in the van.
I do so, asking why they wouldn't pick any of the cardboard on the ground.
Their van is making a lot of noise, so I can't hear their answer.
I inspect the cardboard and check for anything suspicious.
No matter how hard I look, I can't find anything strange about it.
The manager comes and starts asking the garbage collectors to remove the cardboard, but they would still firmly refuse for some reason. I still don't understand why they won't get it, so I inspect it one more time, determined to understand the situation.
So that was I saw it. I mean him.
A homeless guy built a little shelter out of the cardboard to spend the night.
At this point, my manager and the dustmen were in the middle of a fierce debate to decide who had the wake the guy up.
They argued that the manager is the manager, so HE should be the one.
He argued that THEY are the ones who do that job, so they should wake the guy up.
I wanted to argue that the manager didn't want to get the homeless guy to go away because he is some kind of asshole, he just didn't want any trouble with the borough council, but I didn't say anything because, sincerely, I was just hoping they would shut the hell up so they wouldn't wake the poor guy up.