Garbage day

I once wrote a mean note to the mailman because he requested more postage on a card size that I had been sending for years with one stamp. This was 10 years ago. I was in college and was certain that he was in the wrong. Someone in my hall in turn wrote a nice note and left a plate of cookies for him.



Today I am grateful for the garbage man who is taking away the stinkiness that plagued my bedroom. I wonder if he would take a plate of cookies off the top of the garbage can or would he just dump it with the rest of the garbage. I can make some brownies before he gets here. Let's see what happens.



To be continued...