Dear 7 other members of my family,
i am miffed.
nobody in this family
(of EIGHT people!)
took out the garbage today.
So as I'm driving my girls to the street
to catch the school bus (it's raining hard)
hey! I said.
why is our trash not out?! (off to school the last two go)
I race back to the house. (Mr. Morning in tow)
collect all the garbage.
haul it out.
Load it in the back of the van.
the doors are bulging.
i see the truck! it's two tenths of a mile
at the other end of my driveway.
I race to get there,
and at the burst of accleration,
the rear doors fly open
and EVERY BIT OF TRASH
empties itself down the driveway.
in the pouring rain.
I make the hasty decision to abandon
Throwing the garbage back in the van,
I chase the truck around the neighborhood
about 20 houses and pull in front of him and
stop. sorry... (i said) here's my garbage. i almost missed you.
what i wanted to say was
look. i'm having a morning. (why does it have to be raining?)
could you just come back to my driveway
and pick up the rest of the trash
that's littering that place from one end to the other?
but i didn't.
I drove back, got out in my pajamas and slippers
and proceeded to un-litter my driveway.
(in the pouring rain).
Mr. Morning watched.
from the dry van.
he informed me that he hates being wet.