I have not changed my religion. In fact I am not equipped to quite understand or follow any man made rules or regulations and therefore am a default irreligious atheist. Its just that when I take my recyclable containers to exchange for their paid value I hand them containers to a guy called Jesus.
That's right. The recycle station is run by Jesus. Heysoos more like - kind of like Seuss but with a Hay in front of it (or a Hey).
He is an extermely extroverted, middle-aged, Latino that loves to gamble. That is what I know about him so far. He also tries to help me with my pokito Espanol (little bit of Spanish that I claim to speak). We count the bottles together from uno to cincuenta or so.
He mans the booth for around 8 hours a day for 5 days a week for the entertainment value he told me. He does not need the money he says. I have not figured out what that means. Of course it might mean that he somehow has overcome the adage that the house always wins. Or that some old uncle left him a rancho some place with enough crops that can feed him. He does reside in an agrarian part of the state which is a good 50 miles away from where he works. So that too is puzzling.
Why would someone want to hump that far for a minimum wage job? May be he really comes for the show (largely smug rich people careening through a parking lot full of gigantic vehicles) and lends a hand to the prevention of adding more hydrocarbons and metal to the soil we call home.
If that is the case then I have to admit 'Jesus saves' (us from ourselves)!
That's right. The recycle station is run by Jesus. Heysoos more like - kind of like Seuss but with a Hay in front of it (or a Hey).
He is an extermely extroverted, middle-aged, Latino that loves to gamble. That is what I know about him so far. He also tries to help me with my pokito Espanol (little bit of Spanish that I claim to speak). We count the bottles together from uno to cincuenta or so.
He mans the booth for around 8 hours a day for 5 days a week for the entertainment value he told me. He does not need the money he says. I have not figured out what that means. Of course it might mean that he somehow has overcome the adage that the house always wins. Or that some old uncle left him a rancho some place with enough crops that can feed him. He does reside in an agrarian part of the state which is a good 50 miles away from where he works. So that too is puzzling.
Why would someone want to hump that far for a minimum wage job? May be he really comes for the show (largely smug rich people careening through a parking lot full of gigantic vehicles) and lends a hand to the prevention of adding more hydrocarbons and metal to the soil we call home.
If that is the case then I have to admit 'Jesus saves' (us from ourselves)!
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