Looking closer, I realize who shambling man is.
My ex, G, Garbageman. I should have known. He never could resist anything in polyethylene.
I stand up, adjust my cocktail umbrella "dress", ready to confront that no good ex-garbageman. I'm about to grab his arm when I see the Glad lady has returned dressed in an orange bag. That was always our color.
Ready to tell him what I think, I'm inturrupted. An inspector starts listing off offences. I'm not offensive, G- man is.
I may be easy but I am not going to come quietly. I'm ready for a fight.