Sir, You've Hit Rock Bottom

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Well, we finally turned crushed aluminum cans in yesterday. Not a bad haul for this run at 65 cents per pound and roughly 100 pounds of cans—can I call this, "How myLot helped me to make another $65 today," or would I have to pay a royalty fee to our very own Horse fellow in these parts? In any event, it was kind of funny as we were waiting in line for our turn at the dock as we noticed a pickup truck loaded with junk metal across from us, apparently headed back to the scale, who had his hood up and was broke down. The truck looked like it could well have been headed for scrap, nonetheless. And as you would have guessed, the woman and the man in it were a rather "interesting" fare of folks as well. They played the part well, so to speak. She was yelling something at him from inside the cab, and he was outside fishing for something in the back telling her he was tired of hearing her mouth among other things complete with expletives. I should have fired up the camera on the phone. My wife quipped a caption for the image we were witnessing, "I know that spark plug is in here somewhere," as he fished for whatever it was he was fishing for, presumably to remedy his situation from the bed of his truck. I thought to myself, now that's when you KNOW you've hit rock bottom, when you are broke down in a junkyard.