“Where Pleated Pants Go to Die” – Thursday morning, March 5, 2014.
I really did mean to pay the ticket on time, but when both extensions I’d requested were granted, so much time passed that I marginalized its importance. When I finally faced the music, the Traffic Commissioner was happy to suspend my hefty fine in exchange for 50 hours of community service at a local Goodwill Donation Center. This is the second in a series…
Day one’s “Top Five Items that Qualify as Most Disgusting.”
- Food-encrusted plates and utensils
- Matted stuffed animals
- Pillows
- Crumb-sprinkling toasters
- Hairdryers and curling irons
Three hours was all I could do. I thought for sure I’d be able to push it to four, but both the headache and the pre-judgment I’d arrived with had worsened. And yet, even failing to scratch the surface of my commitment, I began to appreciate the septic funhouse I’d entered. Read more
