The word from the street
PHILIP
“I’ve never asked you about your dad; what did he do for a living?”
TONY
“Oh he was a highway mechanic, fixing rigs when they broke down mostly.”
PHILIP
“That’s got to be one lonely job.”
TONY
“And lonely.”
PHILIP
“Dangerous, I bet.”
TONY
“Hot in the summer.”
PHILIP
“Weren’t you trained as a car mechanic?”
TONY
“Yeah, but I was never as good as my dad.”
TONY
“How are you doing?”
PHILIP
“I just finished putting a bunch of stuff in my basement.”
TONY
“Yup. Know what you mean. My Dad was always mad with my Mom about all the junk she kept in the basement. She was some packrat, which is what he called her sometimes. It got so bad that we couldn’t find the things my Mom saved, like especially snow shovels. So my Dad would get totally frustrated and he’d go buy another shovel. I think we ended up with — it must have been — eight shovels one time.”
Homeless Man Speaks 