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…