Backpack of love

I drove away from the parking area by the shelter, and a homeless man jogged behind my car, his arms waving for me to stop. I hit the brake, pulled to the side of the road, and called to him through the opened window on the passenger side. “Hi, so you’re chasing me?”

“Yes, I need to ask you something. I saw you had some backpacks. I hoped you had a gray one left. See, I’ve got a job and will be riding the bus. I sure could use one. I’ll be buying one soon if not, but I thought I’d ask.”

After turning off the engine, I stepped out of my car and popped my trunk. “I think I have a couple left. Let’s check.”