You'd look hotter in a helmet.

Day 40

I’ve come up with a new theory. And I think I’m right. The trash men are in conspiracy with the homeless. Now my proof.

7:30 Am. I’m making my mad dash to the train. Looking down into the dried out river bed that has been washed clean in cement it lounges dirty, smell, and trash ridden. As I continue to the entrance that has been constructed to let trash trucks down into the river I see the troublesome pair of trucks again. The trash men park the trucks under the bridge and then chat. I never actually see them collect any trash. I see them drive down, park and wait. They wear the uniform, which keeps anyone from peering suspiciously down at them. But they park under the bridge in the part of the river that is what I’ve come to call The Campground because the local homeless folk set up tents, card board boxes and such and sleep.

Later that day. The trucks are still there. The trash is still there. The homeless are still there. Okay, so either they’re homeless too or they’re babysitters. I wonder if the homeless people have struck a deal with them, they have the trucks watch their Campground while they go beg the streets. The evidence of their lack of work is scattered through the city, pouring out of trashcans and stinking up the river. But somehow they are bothered by the stench or the bottles that fly up as cars run over them. They just keep camping out under the bridge.

Later that night. Before it gets dark, probably at 5pm, the trucks drive up out of the river. Trash left behind. And they go home. Driving past all the trash on the streets and all the trash in the dumpsters.

I wonder if they’re hiring. I’d even intern.

Not that it’s particularly hard to beat the Spanish system because it’s too lazy and inefficient to care, but they’ve certainly mastered the art of being paid to do NOTHING.

And I really need to rant for a second. IDIOT BIKERS IN MALAGA. What is up with this new fashion statement you all are taking part in? Why would you put your helmet on the front of your handle bars like a large hood ornament? Why not put it on your head so that when you’re hit by a car that is driven by a driver who is smoking and less concerned with the road than with how much of their cigarette is left, you don’t fly over your handle bars, and consequently your helmet and land on your head, the whole while looking at the damn helmet you could have put on your head and could have saved your life. That’s right, if you wore the helmet I couldn’t see just how gorgeous you are. Is the phrase ‘hat-hair’ even in the Spanish vocabulary?? I think not. And another note. IDIOT BIKERS WHO DON’T WEAR HELMETS- I know you don’t want to ride in the street with the insane taxis, but you cannot just ride all over the sidewalk where we walkers are walking. It’s a sideWALK..WALK.WALK. And if you do decide to hop on with us WALKErS, please at least try and grunt if you can’t actually say on your left instead of just clipping me and thinking I’ll learn my lesson for walking on the sidewalk that way. You’re right, I’ll learn. I think I’ll just start clothes-lining you helmet-less fools. See how you like an elbow to the Adams apple, eh???