Not so long ago, one of the neighbors hauled a beat-up, shiny leather could out of their basement. It’s gigantic and bulky. The upholstery is damaged, and they sat it, at first, at the end of their driveway with a big cardboard sign on it that announced Free.
Now, we all know that if you really want someone to haul away your junk, you put out a sign that says “$20 or best offer”. No one wants free junk. So there it sat for two days.
It rained.
Not long after, I saw that the sofa had mysteriously migrated to the end of the street, where it sits beneath the bus stop schedule sign.
I think we have the nicest bus stop bench in the county. Certainly the most comfortable. Just don’t suggest to me the words mold, rot or rodent. Also, I don’t want to know what the teenagers are doing on it while waiting for the bus in the dark hours.
Repeat. I. Don’t. Want. To. Know.
