Sighting

You were walking up and down the recycling area of the transfer station on Mullen Street today. I asked in a funny, Irish-ish accent, “What are you looking for?” You said, “Just seeing what they take”. I was wearing a DNR baseball cap and my grubby clothes, a navy vest and grey pants - I’d been digging in the garden all day. I’m shy but I wanted to say, “I love a man who is interested in recycling!” - would that have worked? Hope you’re well.

Free Shasta daisies?