Molson Ice, Dr. Pepper, Faygo, Diet Rite. Labatt's, Miller.
People are returning their cans.
A mom with four kids and a blue bandanna on her head holds her one-year-old up to the whirring hole. With the utmost of concentration, he places a bottle inside. The machine grunts and screeches. Other people rustle in line. An old hispanic woman with two tied bags of empty longnecks. Man with dirty fingernails and exhausted box of Bud Light. Tired-eyed college students and bedraggled aunties and homeless men and stoic lady in pantsuit. This is a good way to make extra pocket change, but the people's faces are bashful.
Jones, Coke, Vernor's. It don't take Welch's. It don't take grape Faygo, god knows why.
I am become Death
13 years ago
2 comments:
I think when you said tired-eyed college students you meant stoned college students returning cans for money to go buy a bag of chips.
Grape Faygo is amazing.
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