Day 187: Moving

He was a round guy, holding some QuikTrip food next to a Budget moving truck. It was a big truck. I hopped out of Mary's mini-van and asked him my question just before he climbed back aboard. "What?" he asked, very confused. So I asked again. "No thanks," he said then. "I'm all right. I've got to get home." And then he slammed the door, and the truck lumbered away. He never said where home was, but I watched as he got on the highway and drove north. I just finished getting gas, and then I went home.