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Commentary: Garbage Night

A couple of nights ago my old lady was crabbing at me, I don’t know. I had done something wrong. Or the kids had done something wrong, I don’t know. Somebody had done her wrong, I was not paying any attention. So, I said ‘Pearl, you got your shoes on woman? We are going for a walk.’ I figured a couple of laps around the block would take the starch out of it, Here is what it was; it was garbage night.

You ever walk around the block on garbage night. There are some pickings out there We had not gone two blocks when we found us a kiddie pool. That is a sweet deal. ‘Pearl, you stay there. I am going to get the truck. Garbage night is a sweet deal. We got us a jigsaw with a frayed cord, a rotating CD changer, and a Bar-B-Que grill that was only slightly rusted out. Pearl found us some pillows, a couple of light shades and then we come around the corner and I ain’t kidding, it is the Holy Grail of garbage night. A riding lawnmower. That is like hitting the lottery right there.

We could not get it up in the truck so I tore off a couple of lamp cords and I was trying to hitch it to the bumper. I thought we could tow it back to the house.

Then this old guy came out of the house like his pants were on fire. Then I say ‘It was on the curb. It is official city garbage. He says “Well, I changed my mind, unless you want to buy it for 50 bucks’. I said ‘50 bucks you are cracked? That sucker probably won’t even run. Pay me 50 bucks and you can find out’. I cut it loose and said ‘forget you’ and drove off. We waited three hours for that guy to go to bed before we took it. Wake Up America!                                       ©Burbank Creations