The birds were still chirping on a winter morning, and even though the sky was still gray, some people were already struggling to start their day under the covers of their beds.
There were already a few people walking along the streets, either students on their way to school or commuters catching the bus, but most of them were going around to one place first. A breakfast place.
Western, Chinese, you name it.
If you are a regular and know the place well, you can even get credit if you forget to bring money!
The energy of the day starts with breakfast, especially in winter.
Boss, chocolate toast, medium hot red, this way. A forced early bird arrives at the corner breakfast place before dawn, yawning while ordering and tightening the scarf around his neck.
The breakfast place sits on a corner, so no matter which way you walk, you'll have a great view of what's inside and what's outside.
Good. The busy clerk responds.
But instead of sitting down and waiting for the clerk to bring them their breakfast, the student who has finished ordering sneaks his head toward the clerk and points with his eyes to the large piece of garbage under the utility pole outside.
Boss, what's that?