On my way to the store I passed an Asian man in my neighborhood sweeping the sidewalk in front of his house. He was using one of those waist-high straw brooms I’ve seen barbers use to sweep hair.
This is like the fourth time I’ve seen him out there this week, and I wondered how often he performs this chore.
It feels awfully futile to me, especially given how many leaves that will drop in the next couple of weeks. It reminded me of documentaries I’ve seen about tribal African villages where there’s footage of a woman sweeping her hut’s dirt floor.
I guess I can understand the compulsion to keep his property clean, but he could at least use a normal-sized broom so he didn’t have to hunch over like that. Sure, a new broom might seem like a frivolous purchase since his bundle of straw is getting the job done, but think about the money he could save at the chiropractor.
I Don't Belong Here. 