Maybe it’s short-term
but I left The Phone on Off!
I did the garbage*, though!
*(I have the world’s best trash haulers – and mostly always have. When the scofflaw school parents pile on both sides of the narrow street – leaving it impassible for emergency and other forms of Big Trucks, they come back or if they see me out and about they beep, back up and wait me to tote the stuff to them. Always a smile, a wave and a horn-blow when I’m on walkabout. They switched – most of them – from municipal to mob-run with barely a missed piece of trash. The recycle and yard-waste trash guys, equally, are courteous, friendly and most off all efficient and they don’t even mind when I dumpit myself as they – usually both driver and pitchman for the trash and driver alone on the other tries – work the oppo side of the street! This harkens me back to days when Homer drove for decades (I’ll remember his last name soonish I’m sure. He took my little brother Storm out ‘Runnin’ th’ Roads’ once. The man got calls from wimmin evertime he stopped for a beer at Cook’s Corner…he’d gulpitdown, slick back his thinning hair, give a wry grin, and go off into the night. Mom said he wasn’t very nice but he did her garbage just fine!)
(The famous/infamous Sanford municipal garbagetruck driver was Homer Miller. All I had to do was think of one of Sanford, Florida’s most eccentric bartenders, his daughter Mary Miller, and his name came bubbling to the surface. That clinches it: it’s short term memory that’s got me stubbin’ my synapses!)
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