Tonight after a delicious sushi dinner with my friend Ami, I went to Diedrich Coffee as usual to slack and chat. Talked a bit with Bave and Dethya and Irish Dan and foo2rama, a nice evening.
As we were preparing to leave, the staff was cleaning up, and the harassed young guy cleaning up tables was working pretty fast. People smoke on the patio, a lot. They smoke for the government. Big cigars, cigarettes, cloves, probably crack. Everyone smokes.
And it stinks at times. But as I talked I thought “someone has a really bad cigar” and then “no one smokes PLASTIC”. Sure enough, the kid had dumped the ashtrays into the garbage can and it was burning pretty well. I called out to him “garbage fire out here, better put it out.”
Then I watched the garbage can smoulder, me and a couple of the disorganized guys from the NA/AA meetings that always show up on Thursdays. For a few minutes. And then one of them noticed the hose nearby and we put it out.
A few minutes later the kid came out of the kitchen with a glass of water which he proceeded to redundantly dump in the garbage.
I forgot to remind him not to dump that garbage into the dumpster until it’s really, really out. Like maybe tomorrow. I hope he doesn’t.