In a shop with hardly any business, the clerk is dozing off, while an old lady crouches at the entrance, her face wrinkled. A cane leans against the wall, and in front of her is a metal pipe with a few scattered coins inside. The old lady's head droops; though it's June, she's still wearing a tattered cotton jacket with her hands crossed in her sleeves, appearing as if she's asleep.
A few clanging sounds, some coins drop into the metal can. The old lady thanks in a hoarse voice, bows her head lower, stretches out a hand to retrieve the coins from the can, and places them into a pouch beside her. A strange-looking Shih Tzu wags its tail at the old lady, then lies down on the pouch pretending to sleep.
