I was slowly driving through the Salvation Army parking lot, about to drop off some donations when two women walked by the truck. One of the women was younger--late teens, early twenties, and the other woman (who I took to be her mother) was, most likely in her 50’s or 60’s. They were peering into the back of the truck as I drove past. I caught their eye and gestured to the back of the truck, “You want anything?”
I hopped out of the cab, they were talking to each other in a language I didn't recognize. They stopped talking and the girl pointed to the top of a framed picture in the truck. She said something, I couldn't understand it exactly, but she definitely wanted that picture. Actually, she explained, in clearer English, her mother wanted the picture.
The picture in question was actually a framed poster of Scarface. The scene where he had a broken arm, a cigarette in his mouth, covered in blood and pointing a gun, actually. In this scene he’s sitting in front of the gold and pink image of a California sunset...and that is what these women could see.
“Uh....It’s...Scarface?” I said, doubtfully.
“Yes, she loves that.” She said, and the older woman, in pearls, a tight bun and a cardigan, clasped her hands together in expectation.
I started climbing up the side of the truck. “Like, Al Pacino?” I grunted over my shoulder while I tried to pull it out from between a hutch and a pampers box filled with noisy toys.
“Yes, yes,” they said.
I got a hold of it and paused for a moment to prepare for what I was sure was about to be a rude awakening from this language barrier. I closed my eyes tightly and yanked it up.
“Yes!” The older woman exclaimed and held her arms up like a five-year-old meeting Santa, “Do you...have any more?”
I didn't, that was the only piece of Scarface memorabilia I was donating that day, sadly.
They offered to pay me, but I explained I was just about to get rid of all that stuff anyway. I have never seen an old lady happier to get a picture of bloody, downward-spiral Scarface. You never can tell about people. I’m glad that was the experience I got to have as a reminder.