Shysters On the Trail

As the sun set over the rocky horizon, Joe fell into a fitful sleep and dreamed of the city and his mother baking cookies. In his sleep his stomach growled. It had been many days since he’d eaten a meal or drunk anything but the brackish water he found along the trail. He woke to

the rumbling of hooves and creaking of wooden wheels approaching. Joe rose to his feet and stumbled to the edge of the trail just in time to wave down the wagon. The driver looked at Joe strangely and asked him a question in a language he’d never heard before.

Joe slowly nodded his head without understanding a word of what was spoken to him. He was scared but desperate. Without thinking twice he climbed aboard the wagon and set down his bulky satchel, filled to the brim with silver and gold.

The gleam of the silver and gold in his bag reflected on the faces of the other passengers. Two passengers in particular seemed intrigued. Their names were Drew and Lewis and they had an interesting investment opportunity in mind.

“Say,” they said in unison, “that’s a lot of shiny. Allow us to introduce us: we’re Drew and Lewis—together we’re Drewis Solutions. Care to hear a pitch?” They hit a bump, and Drewis leaned closer. “Get ready to hear about Freebs. It’s the Uber of Freeganism!”

"They're completely free! But only for those who own only things they got for free! That way, even thieves can target other areas!" They leaned even further until their noses almost bumped into their counterpart. Slyly, they continued: "Sounds like the perfect condition for you."