The woman at the tip

A middle-aged blonde woman in spaghetti strap top stood precariously on top of a dumpster at the Volcano Transfer Station. She used a claw on a metal pole to pull bottles out. Bryant offered her our HI-5s. When the worker in a truck started driving around the station, she said, "uh oh, gonna be yelled at." Why, I asked. "It's ok to put things in, but not to take them out," she responded. He drove past her without stopping; she said he was the nice worker. Good man. She asked where we're from. Kane`ohe, we said. "Oh, I had family there. They live across from that high school."