I did a u-turn and went back to see what she was talking about.
There on the grass by the road was a giant pile of stuff. Not our stuff, and after a quick chat with the hubster, not stuff we knew how had come to rest on our property. My sister and I waved goodbye and circled around the block to start shopping again, and as we rounded back, my sister said it looked like I wouldn't have to worry about dump fees or how to get rid of the junk, because someone was taking from it. As we drove by, though, it became apparent he was not taking, but adding to it.
"Um, excuse me," I politely called to the guy. "What are you doing?" He preceded to tell me that he was putting his stuff there and when I pointed out that it was my house, he asked where I thought he should put his belongings and I got my husband.
Because what good are husbands if not to handle situations like an angry guy dumping all his things in our yard?
After some yelling and some more yelling, and all the neighbors pouring out of their houses to watch the goings on, the guy sat on the back of his car and cried. He'd been kicked out of his house, he had no were to go, no where to put his things, no hope. And all the 'what the heck are you doing' questions stopped and a neighbor offered to let him store his belongings in his shed and my husband brought his truck around and they loaded it all up for him and helped him move.
It struck me again that we just never know what is going on in a persons life, and a day that seems regular to me might be someones worse day.....