One of many touching moments from my move:
I was packing, purging, self-recriminating, stressing, etc., and my sister came over to help out. I had just taken another bag to the curb when we had this exchange:
Me: It can be upsetting to actually see homeless people going through your stuff.
Alanna: Well, they need it. It's hard to begrudge them.
Me: No, that's not what I mean. There was a homeless guy out front going through a bag of underwear I threw out. Hello, Rock Bottom!
Needless to say, it is mortifying to watch someone drop your old undies onto the street one by one. I waited for him to finish, rebagged them, then buried them underneath some other trash, then stuffed the can good and tight with a pillow I was ditching. Thus did I narrowly avoid the death by shame that would surely have resulted had I only espied the disaster after the garbage truck had come and gone the next morning.
May I never have to pick my drawers up off the street again.