The Hawkers

There he was yesterday as we loaded the boot in the supermarket car park. I saw someone lurking by a car a few spaces down from us. Our eyes met, SHIT! I never meant to look but I couldn´t help it. He knew he had scored a hit because he gave me a grin only a three tooth mouth can give. He was a Hawker! He must of clocked me as soon as I left the store.

We finished loading the car and he whipped the trolley away from the back of the car in a flash and out of harms way or the 5 feet he had the energy to push it. Then when I gave him a few coins and like a true pro he provided me with the hand signal assistance I needed to back out of the empty lot. I must have short changed him because all I got was one back up wave and he was off back into his shady retreat.

This of course is harmless poor people trying to help out for a few coins as they have no other way of getting by. The ones I really don´t like are the window washers who keep on trying until at least the 3rd NO or the traffic light jugglers who hide in the roadside ditch until they get the red light or most of all the car protectors who will scratch up your car if you don´t pay them enough protection money, they will of course stop the traffic for you to reverse out on to the road after they´ve taken your money.