I’m Lost. Take Me Home.
About a week ago, a strange residential mini-dumpster showed up on my front curb (just like everyone else’s — Montgomery gives each household a mini-dumpster to roll out to the road up to twice a week for trash pick-up) . It wasn’t mine. Wasn’t my next door neighbor’s. I saw him in the yard Sunday afternoon, and we commented on it.
Monday is trash day. I looked up and down the street, and every house had their own trash receptacle out. As far as my eye could see, every driveway had it’s own green dumpster waiting patiently for the trash truck to come gobble it’s contents. I still had an extra one.
While walking Hershey, I decided what to do. We got back home, I took out a sheet of paper and a Sharpie, and I wrote, “I’m Lost. Take Me Home.” on the paper and taped it to the front of the stray dumpster.
When I got home from work tonight, the dumpster was gone.
I wonder where it came from.
LOL. And strangely sweet, too, in a weird way.
Maybe we all need to put that sign on us sometimes.
I think I totally messed up my comments on this. Sorry.
There’s a story in there. What if it had come a-courtin’? Or maybe it was just lonely. Was it a space alien in disguise? Hmmm.
Carter, you could be right. It was hanging out awfully close to my neighbor’s dumpster…
TECH, I better not be hearing about you wandering around Oklahoma with “Take Me Home” signs on you. On the other hand, if that works…
Consider it a story prompt, Carter, and run with it. Space alien in disguise? Maybe.
A transformer alien–at least it’s something useful. 🙂