Tonight I took rubbish to the bin. Let’s not underappreciate the heroic strain of this feat. I’ve perfected the art of laziness, which is matched only by the intensity of my hatred for leaving the flat. I’ve been gathering strength and stamina for the errand for the whole day (while napping). Outside at the bins, I met a homeless person, who was inspecting the bins’ contents with a handy torch.
I’m a pathetic failure even in common social interaction, and in this uncommon situation, I thought hard what to do. Do I say hello and good day to the homeless man so as not to look unsympathetic? A good day might come out unintentionally ironic. Also, the man won’t be pleased with my rubbish, as it is mostly cat litter. Used cat litter. So I disposed of the rubbish, while the man remained undisturbed and apparead bizarrely content.