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We’re having a Trash Day crisis: Bill put the cans where the sanitation crew couldn’t reach them (car on the curb) AGAIN, so now he either has to talk them into coming back and picking it up, or he and his friends have to go to the landfill, if he wants to go to a party on Saturday.
“But they want us to play guitar at the party!”
“Good, they’ll be happy to come by with a truck, then!”
Maybe he was able to convince the city ... I told him to cry, if necessary, and tell them his mother would put him on the curb with three guitars, a bin of hair products, and a cardboard sign, “Will do nothing for food!”