Two men sat on a curb and ate breakfast this morning. A friend who works at a restaurant on the corner made them egg sandwiches and gave them paper cups filled with coffee. The owner doesn’t mind because the men help with dishes and deliveries and even haul the trash to the curb at night.
So they can stop every day on their way to work at a downtown construction site and grab a bite as long as they don’t take a seat from a paying customer.
“It’s a good deal,” one man said. “It’s quiet out here and we can talk about baseball.”
They smiled and ate and drank their coffee.
“I heard the Yankees really want CC,” the man said. “You knew that, right?”
“Yeah,” the other man said, “but I don’t mind hearing it again. It’s cold today and I need something to keep me warm.”
The man stood up and wadded his paper cup. He stepped on the curb and came set – a righty pitching left handed – and then threw toward the corner trash can.
“Strike three!” he yelled as the cup went in. “Now finish your breakfast so we can get to work.”