“Yeah,” I say as I’m closing down my food truck. I have just sold all the food for the day and ready to head home.
“Are you closed?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “Can I help you?”
He shakes his cup of ice, “I was hoping you’d refill this?”
Puzzled, I say, “Sorry, I don’t do refills.” If I did, I’d be broke.
“Oh,” sounding disappointed, he returns to the picnic table beneath a tree, on it are two other cup and a ketchup bottle.
Feeling resigned, I grab a backup bottle of cola and join him at the table.