My Trash or Whose?
“Well, what about all the trash that’s in the car from all your trips?” Guess who. Hmmmm, lemme see…
- Four partial bottles of water and two full ones. Not mine.
- One partial bottle of that ucky blue Gatorade. Definitely not mine!
- Three books of matches from Yvonne’s Airport Restaurant and one from the Wagon Wheel Saloon. Yes, *that* Wagon Wheel Saloon. Mine? I doubt it since I don’t smoke cigars. Or anything else, for that matter.
- Two Uniball Microfine pens. Mine!
- Two mechanical pencils. Definitely not mine!
- One Albion College pen, bic-style. Not mine! Or maybe it is. I don’t remember who picked that pen up.
- One red sharpie. Probably mine, left over from YAG days.
- A roll of scotch tape. Also probably a leftover from YAG.
- A little pad of car-shaped note paper that looks like it was formerly wet. Not mine. I don’t work for the EPA.
- A pad of small neon yellow post-it notes. Probably mine, probably a YAG leftover.
- Two mis-matched KMart type knit gloves. Yup, those would be mine and they were in there for a reason.
- Two paper clips. Probably mine.
- Two bobby pins. Not mine. With *my* hair? Why bother?
- Four little packages of Kleenex.
- A package of Windex wipes, completely dried out and useless. I probably put it in there.
- Two ice scrapers.
- A map of Michigan.
- Two dust cloths.
- One of those casette thingies that lets you plug your iPod in to the vee-hickle speakers.
- A cell phone charger.
- A Shell receipt.
- Uncountable particles of dust, dirt, sand, mud, leaves and other organic material.
- Hair (mine, no doubt) and other crud and corruption.
I dunno. I just do not want to take responsibility for every little blasted scrap of flotsam and jetsam and cosmic debris that inhabits the landfill and all three of the vee-hickles that currently reside on the adjacent street and driveway. Yeah, I have probably left some crap in various vee-hickles. Yeah, I did do a lot of traveling this winter. Not by choice for the most part, although I made the best of it when I could. But I am not sure that I am solely responsible for most of whatever crap gets left in various vee-hickles. Sigh.
It could be worse. I didn’t find any McDonald’s bags. Sincerely yours, Garbage Woman. grook GROK!