Frank said…#83

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Often in our old neighborhood there would be litter. Sometimes on garbage night, there would be rogue bags that fell off piles and into the street. One night we got home and had this conversation:

Me: Babe, careful there’s a [small] bag of garbage there.
Frank: [Shrugging as we hear a crunch] Sometimes you run over garbage, that’s life.

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1 Response to Frank said…#83

  1. Roz says:

    As long as the garbage doesn’t get in a good shot back at you, you’re good.

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