Last Tuesday, when I was looking for a parking spot in the back parking lot, I've noticed a sad sight, a tall skinny middle aged man in a suit clutching his white/plastic Target moving box. I can see his knuckles were white from holding the box too hard, his empty eyes wide open in astonishment, his face strained, his shoulders slumped as he walked slowly to his car one last time. I swallowed hard. Could this be me next week? Next month? When? The uncertainty is silently annoying.
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Poor guy did not "dress for his day"...
Sad :(
@ e4c5 - this a well written post
That certainly won't be me because I already brought my shit home and won't have enough to fit in a box. A backpack is all I'll need.