DRIVING WITH MY GARBAGE

Three times in two weeks as I was pulling out of my garage I looked over and saw a bag of garbage in my passenger seat. What the heck? How could I not notice I dragged my garbage into the car with me? Talk about mental overload.

I can only liken it to the same feeling you get when you zone out driving on a highway and can't recall having even seen the last five exits you passed. But garbage? I guess if zoning past highway exits emitted a smell, the wake up call would come sooner.

Thankfully, my sense of smell is still in tact ( does that go too?) and I caught on fairly quickly each time.

However, throwing our your garbage in other peoples garbage cans is always suspect, and I'm pretty sure I've been picked up on some street camera somewhere. Reviewing that tape would surely have someone asking, 'what could this woman be disposing of that she couldn't' throw out in her own
garbage pail?' If this keeps up, pretty soon you're gonna see a wanted poster of me in the Post Office.

All I can say about this is, when the going gets tough, the distracted obviously take their garbage with them. Maybe that's really why there are so many air fresheners to choose from at the car wash.

Hormonally Yours,
Debbie