Garbage Girl

I tried getting a man's attention today.

He walked past me and waved his hand in my face.

He stopped, turned around, came back toward me. I got a little nervous.

He held out his hand and motioned for me to take whatever it was he was holding.

I took it.

It was a couple crumpled pieces of paper.

I looked at him with a confused look on my face, and then he pointed.

Where did he point?

The garbage can.

I am now the garbage girl.

Glamorous, huh?