I walk over to the trash cans. I'm carrying bags of trash in my arms. A homeless man is rummaging through the tanks. Without turning to look at me, he asked mechanically:

«What have you got there?»

– Garbage.

– There's garbage everywhere! — the homeless man said philosophically.

– It's none of your business!

– Oh, oh, oh, how gentle we are! I'll find out in three minutes anyway.