We forgot to put the garbage cans out today but it was ok because later this morning I saw the garbage truck at my neighbor's house. So I hadn't missed it. The man in the truck--the garbage man--gave me an impatient roll of the eyes as I scampered to the back yard to try and get the garbage can out before he reached my house. While I was scampering under his disapproving, rolling eyes I stumbled in my front yard. I also grabbed the can much more recklessly than I normally would have considering that since we disposed of our pig carcass last summer it has had a putrid, symbiotic film covering it.
I hurried the garbage can out to the curb and panicked because I didn't know which way it was supposed to face for greatest dumping ease. The man in the truck did nothing to reassure me. He returned my eager to please smile with a look of disdain. When I was walking back to my house a tree limb whipped me in the face and the garbage man saw. I mean, he's just a garbage man. I'm glad he thinks he's so much better than me.