He wasn't too old looking, still strong looking, wearing a canoe jacket and wearing a beard of red hair. He was working on a case of Coca Cola, popping open the cans and pouring the Coke on the wet, snow sprinkled cement. He needed the 2.40 cents, the twenty four dimes for a reason. He said hello to me, saw me put on my coat and commented on the cold. He had a raspy, lazy voice, not the voice of a fast, smooth talker. I thought about buying the case for a fiver, but I had no idea where it had started today. Maybe he had shoplifted it. Maybe he had been given it. Maybe he had found it amongst contents of a dumpster. Maybe he had bought it long ago when he was flush? I wished him a good evening, went into Mr. Quick and ordered a four dollar cheeseburger dinner and, using my computer and the free wifi, booked two nights' stay in a Lansing Red Roof Inn. Bill Shatner the Priceline Negotiator placed me in a Red Roof Inn, not a value over rack rate. No wonder. Priceline has thrown Shatner over the bridge in a bus, gasoline tank full. I lived out on the road for so many days, modestly, thanks to the Negotiator. Too bad he was too subversive to keep around. Hopefully, I will be able to drink every can of Coke in a case, should I choose to buy cases of Coke in the year ahead.
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