The guy in the white truck opened the truck door, swung one leg, then the other out, and slowly lowered himself to the ground. His left hand holding the side of the bed of the truck he turned to look for his rubber tingleys that went over his work boots. He grabbed one, and tossed it near the brake pedal. The other must have shifted on the way over; it was out of grasp. He retrieved the cane from behind the bench seat. He put the end of it in the tingley where the foot would go, raised it like a flag, let the cane slip between his fingers, and stopped it right before the tingley. He grabbed it and threw it near the brake pedal. He sat down in the driver’s seat sideways with his legs dangling out. He reached down and put each tingley on one at a time with gentle grunt.  He slid, his feet hit the ground, he stayed upright, closed the driver’s side door, walked around the back of the truck holding onto its bed and opened the passenger door, picked up his back brace stretched long and cinched it. His back cracked.