discarded, collection.

Park Slope. 7th Street between 4th & 5th Avenues.

I squeezed Vadim's shoulder, "Look at that. That is an impressive set of discarded items."

He paused. Shifted his Tumi bag.

A well developed Brooklyn brogue interrupted, "I'm the Super of this building! These people pissed me off!"

"Oh?" I looked up to her.

"They left all this shit here, on the last day of their lease! I know it's a very Park Slope thing to leave things out like this, but it's their last day!"

Nodding, I offered: "Well that is a pretty sweet cup. It has W Sr & Jr. Is that Cheney and...Mickey Mouse, on a bicycle- as well?"

"It's a nice little cup," she supports.

I lean down to pick it up, and wrinkle my nose, "Is that hair? Hair with root intact stuck to it?!"

"Don't be so squeamish!" She plucked the hair from the cup, "There, take it home."

I look back down to the discarded items, "Who leaves a half eaten jar of peanuts- who would take that?!"

"I left those, " she admits. "People do take them!"

*Inner monologue* She left the peanuts? She was just expressing annoyance for the tenants who left all this behind.

She explains, "It's nice things you know. I've lived here all my life. I'm taking care of my mutha other there. She has Parkinson's and Dementia. Nicest building on the street. Park Slope didn't always used to be this nice, you live in the neighba (sic) hood?"

"Up the street," I gesture up the Slope.

"North Slope!" She nods her head. Her eyes assume high rent. "My mutha has Parkinson's and Dementia. She's going to come out here banging on the windows soon. You're not from New York are you?"

"No," Vadim confirms.

"I knew that, these new people, he has a stipened at NYU."

"I went to NYU," Vadim relates.

"Nice people, you know anything about people who studies physics at NYU? They gonna be good tenants, honest you know?"

*BANG. BANG BANG*

An elderly woman peaks her head from behind curtains. Waves. BANG. BANG.

"That's my mutha. Look mutha, they live in the neighborhood. Good people. Pretty girl see."

The elderly woman gestures to her cheek, smiles, points to me.

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