He was wheeling a dolly that held a big plastic box filled with flattened out cardboard boxes. It was the middle of the day. This guy, probably 25 years old and wearing a ball cap, was working for one of the restaurants nearby in Old Town. I stopped him near the dumpster that always seems to be leaking fluids into the street.
He didn't seem too surprised by the question. He just paused, took it in and said, "Go ahead." So I did. It was a very quick prayer, under the warm sun. I thanked him then, and we went our separate ways.
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