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I was sitting next to Melanie in BK this evening.

She was studying her lecture slides, I was eating dinner.

We were facing the rubbish/tray collection point.


I watched silently as the old cleaner did his job.

He took out a shirt and wrapped it in a piece of newspaper.

He put the that in his backpack on the floor.

He picked up a half finished box of onion rings and folded it close.

He also put that into his bag.


I nudged Mel and to look over her laptop and she did.

He put his backpack in a corner and went back to work.

"That's so sad..." she said.


I finished my meal and cleared the rubbish on my own.

As I handed the empty tray to the old man, he gave me a big grin.

"Thank you!" He said with a loud and cheerful voice.


No... I should be the one who says thank you.