Last night after work I cleaned the kitchen and took the trash out. When I got outside, I decided to sweep the front of the house: trash area, sidewalk, gutter, tree pit — I even swept part of the sidewalk in front of the neighbors’. I think I was kind of hepped up on all the caffeine I had had throughout the day and needed to burn it off. I picked up every last cigarette butt, quarter water container, and Doritos bag and put it in the bag I was putting on the curb. Shit was sparkling. As I swept up the last heap of trash in the gutter, squatting between two cars, I realized that there was a dollar among the refuse. Kinda nasty, but far be it from me to leave money on the ground.

I guess my class privilege (aka, desire not to live in filth) handed me that extra buck. Hm?

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