Street Corner Theater of the Mind

Here's the scenario. You see a glove lying on the sidewalk. About a block away, you see it's mate. What's the story?

 "Damn, I lost my glove. Well I don't need this one anymore,"the laborer growled, slamming it to the ground.

All of the above occurred on Madison Avenue in the high 20s on a beautiful March afternoon.
The gloves are real and shot as I found them. The story . . .  if mine's not good enough, make up your own.