Garbageman
I was just out in the yard, picking up the dog poop, when the garbageman came by & got the garbage. He went up the street, then turned around & came back down. He stopped outside of our house & came up to the gate. He asked me if I lived at this house. I said that I did and, honestly, expected him to have a complaint for me about how we mix our recycling or about how heavy our garbage can is, with all of the cat litter in it, or about all of the dog poop in there or something.
Instead, he said “I never get a chance to thank you. For the past two Christmases, I’ve gotten a winning ticket” (I leave lottery tickets out for the garbageman & mailman).
That was nice.
