He drove one of those big Mercedes vans, the ones with no windows, the ones that unless you’re a basketball player you can stand up in. No handicapped plates but he parked in a handicapped space nonetheless. He parked in front of Shelter #6, appeared to bathe in the faucet there. Big fat Canadian Geese used this spot as well, crapping every third step and as he approached each day he would scream, “Get out of here, you don’t belong here!” in a scratchy voice that somehow had an Eastern European quality. I wondered whether he thought they “didn’t belong here” because they were from Canada or because geese, in general, should not be allowed to use the park shelters.
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