Cantankerous!

Taco Bell is always full of characters (I've considered starting a blog devoted entirely to experiences had there) and today was no exception. He sat at a booth, alone, next to one of the windows along the drive thru. I glanced in his direction regularly because through the giant window sticker demanding (not rhetorically asking) "WHY PAY MORE!" I could keep an eye on my bike outside. He must have been at least 70, and he sat hunched over his Gorditas like a pianist playing Rachmaninov on his Steinway. He was a white man with a ruddy complexion, nearly completely bald, and flanked by two bags. To his right, on the bench seat, was a large black backpack that looked to be completely full. To his left, on the ground, was a stuffed bag from Big Lots. When he stood to refill his drink he walked slowly and laboriously, but with confidence and evidence of a strong will. I was able to observe that his black slacks and black polo shirt were separated by a brown braided leather belt, and pinned on his concave chest was a Big Lots employee name badge. He didn't bother sitting down when he returned to his table. Instead, he lifted his backpack, slid his arms through the straps, snatched up his tray full of trash, and headed toward the exit. The Big Lots bag sat forlornly on the smooth tile next to the empty booth.
"Excuse me," I said as I walked up behind him, "Excuse me." No answer. "Sir."
He turned slowly and looked up at me with gunmetal blue eyes. "Yeah?"
"Is that your bag?" I asked while pointing toward his newly available real estate.
"Hell yeah it's my bag," he fired back. "Anybody tries to steal it, I'll knock their face in."
"Nobody's trying to take it, I thought you were leaving."
"I ain't leaving, I'm just trying to take a piss!" And with that, he turned and kept walking. I sure hope nobody stole his bag; for their sake.