“I felt so bad,” Chaz starts. “We were walking home from dinner and A. bent over to pick up something off the ground. I yelled at him to drop it.”
I know where this is going. I’ve seen A. do this too.
“What did he say?” I ask.
“I’m picking up trash, Dad, so other people don’t have to see it.” Chaz grimaces. “He told me it was his random act of kindness.”