On my way to work, I turned onto a side street and found a Cadillac sitting behind a garbage truck while the garbage guy brought the pails to the truck.  The woman in the Cadillac looked like she was just waiting patiently.

There was plenty of room to pull around the truck, so I did.  I looked back, and she had pulled around the truck too, following me.  I wonder if she thought there was a law against passing a stopped garbage truck?  Like a school bus? 

I had an image of little garbage children getting out of the truck and skipping across the road, linking their decaying little hands and dropping bits of rubbish as they went.

Maybe she just hadn’t had her coffee yet.

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