More Beer Bottles Than Trash

Thursday, February 05, 2009 | comments (2)
"I walked by Dave and C's today."

"Yeah?"

"They've always got more recyclables sitting out there than actual trash."

"Well, that's a good thing, right?"

"Except it's all beer bottles ... it's kinda embarrassing."

"Maybe not."

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe it's just embarrassing to you."

"No. Christ. I'm sure the whole street notices. And have you seen him lately? When do you think the last time was he saw a razor?"

"What do you care? He's not your husband."

"Thank God. Okay, I wasn't going to tell you this because I know you think he's alright, but ..."

"What?"

"The other day I saw him throwing the tennis ball with Honey in his back yard. I could see him from the street."

"Yeah, so? He's always doing that."

"Well, it was snowing and cold and ..."

"What? God."

"All he had on was boots."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"He was, like, nekkid?"

"Well, he had on underwear ... oh, and a hat. But that was it. And the boots."

"Wow."

"Yeah. He waved at me, too. Like it was all perfectly normal and shit."

"You think he just ... forgot?"

"It begs the question, doesn't it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Maybe it's a symptom of all the beer bottles."

"I see your point."

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At least it's not boring at that place. :)

Posted by ma on Feb 05, 2009 at 4:17:06 PM
If I had a dollar for every time I got busted wearing nothing but underwear and boots...

Posted by Hammer on Feb 06, 2009 at 12:17:21 PM
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