His angular path through the parking lot,

triggered an oddball alert.

Struggling to feed cans,

into yet another machine,

I watched as he reached inside,

the one that jammed on me.

My uncooperative can popped out.

My nickels worth of aluminum,

was now in his possession.

I asked him to share his can-freeing technique,

subtly informing him of my prior claim.

“Do you want it back?”

Absolutely, but I wouldn’t admit it.

I just repeated my question,

and took the can from him ,

as he held it out to me.

He demonstrated his method,

but advised against it,

“You might cut your hand.”

I weighed the odds,

then accepted his judgement.