The Tip

So Red and I are doing the morning Big Walk. We pass off the concrete to the great grassy area near the overlook, Seattle still casting a morning shadow over Elliott Bay.

There, 50 yards ahead, is a woman in the parking area. She's arrived in a new Solara. She's parked right next to a garbage can.

As Red prowls through the dewy bushes, the lady gets out of the Solara and takes a Hefty bag out of the trunk of her car. She hauls it over to the can. She pushes the top off the bin - they're big things, crow proof - and it clatters on the ground. She puts her big bag in, then goes back to her car.

Too much garbage this week?
Bag o fish guts?
All the old pics of her family?
Parts of her husband?

She roots around her car and gets little bits of crap we all have. Receipts, coke cans, the Seattle Weekly personals. She gets out and throws it into the bin. Then she gets back in her car without attempting to put the top back on the bin.

I approach and she slams her car door. I pick up the lid and put it back on the container, bending over in front of her passenger window to do so ... and she guns it to the exit of the park.

What's in the bag?
What's in the bag?
Don't look.
What's in the bag?