I was taking my last drag when I saw a man, flashlight in hand, heading my way. Fortyish, gray shirt, gray trousers, and a gray cap. Probably a security guard for the area. “You just threw something, didn’t you?” said the man. “Yeah, I threw something.” “What did you throw?” “Round, metallic, lidded objects.” The security guard put on a sour face. “Why’d you throw them?” “No particular reason. Been throwing things from twelve years back. At times, I’ve thrown half a dozen things at once and nobody said a word.”
Laughing my ass off at this for some reason.
