Better and better

When I walk to work I take a shortcut through a parking lot - it saves me about a half a block. Today as I was passing through there I saw an older homeless man - grizzled hair peaking out from his baseball cap, salt-and-pepper beard, wearing jeans and denim jacket. He had a can of Steel Reserve in one hand and a cigarette in the other as he looked and me with a huge smile on his face.

"Woke up this morning, and there was three cans of beer next to my head. Don't remember those when I went to sleep." He laughed.

I smiled and said, "Cool."

He shook his head, "Yesterday I woke up and found a five dollar bill nearby. Can't wait to see what happens tomorrow. Things are getting better and better."

I laughed and we wished each other good days as we went our separate ways.

I hope he finds something even better tomorrow.