I headed to Costco this morning, and got depressed. The Christmas stuff is already up for sale. It's not even October. They had a guy trying to sell a home karaoke system; he was singing Elvis tunes. Are you lonesome tonight? I stayed far away.
Then, I headed to Home Depot, hoping to get a particular shade of yellow. They already had a line at the paint counter, with only one person working. I didn't feel like waiting.
I strolled over to the garden center, thinking about brightening my little yard. An elderly Latino man working there greeted me as I walked by. I browsed and was inspecting the dwarf lemon tree, green lemons already growing. The man was coming back by, carrying a broom and dustpan. He stopped, said something to me and indicated the dustpan. A dead rat lay inside and he flopped it around a bit. Why did he do that?