Dancing Around the Four Sides

Stayed up way too late last night reading because I wanted to be done with Gail Godwin's Flora. And I did finish it, so now I can move on to something else.

I remember when garbage cans were all made of galvanized steel, and they were heavy and noisy as hell and clunky and the lids would get all dented and bent out of shape and wouldn't fit on top anymore. This memory brought to you by some folks on our local neighborhood Nextdoor who are pissy about the trash guys not placing the lids back on the cans after they empty them, and so when it rains, rainwater gets in the trash cans. Dear Reader, I am not making this up. I do not know why these people are incapable of tumping the can over and allowing the water to run into the gutter or the lawn. Someone even called the city and was told the trash guys leave the lids off so the trash supervisors can easily tell which streets have been worked. That seems to have quelled the pissiness, at least for now. TL;DR, white-bread suburbanites are helpless ninnies. I'm just sayin'.

Sometimes I don't even know, chiclets. Sometimes I don't even know.