(Formerly titled In which I am a dumbass…again)
I think age is taking it’s toll.
I experienced another of those moments where my brain ceases to function but my mouth decides it’s going to say whatever it likes.
Driving through rural Ontario yesterday, we approached what looked to me like a small bucket of flowers shrouded in plastic on the side of the road. I spied another bunch, these also in plastic though without the bucket, about 5 feet away from the first.
“Oh look. Someone must have died there.” I said.
My friend looked at me as only the sympathetic can, and said “Yeah, the garbage man.”.
Apparently Saturday is garbage day in rural Ontario.