He threw down his coffee with glee, stripped off his clothes, and ran out barefoot screaming like a fool. After all these years, he could finally tell his boss to shove it. After all these years, he had finally rolled up the rim... and won.
Alas, in his naked haste to celebrate he had forgotten the cup on the floor. Now he is condemned to forever wander the beach -- alone and broken -- filled with a regret so strong it can only be healed by the free double-double he lost so long ago.
That's the first explanation that came to my mind at least. Shot at the abandoned fuel station near the beach. It's also my entry for this week's Photo Friday "abandoned" theme.
19mm, Xtra 400
