A Strange Salute

Walking up South Washington Street around lunch time as I was crossing the street I saw a man sitting on a five gallon plastic bucket about half way up the next block on sidewalk in front of a dive bar. He was wearing cut-off painter pants and no shirt. From the looks of his tan this wasn't his first time to sit idle under the summer sun. He was slouching a bit, with his head low and his shoulder slumped forward.
As I got closer, he suddenly sat upright as if rising to attention, attentive in his posture and his gaze. Once upright he commenced to solute towards the 4 lanes of one-way traffic coming down Washington. I wondered where he was directing this solute so I looked into the street to try and figure it out. There among all the passenger cars was a large Budweiser delivery truck. As it passed the man rose to his feet and once it went by he broke the salute. "All hail the king (of beers)." 

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