Thursday, July 30, 2015
They had it down to a science.
Every Tuesday, the day preceding garbage pickup, Edna emptied the small trash cans while Ed gathered the big stuff and hauled the garbage cart out onto the street.
One sunny Tuesday afternoon in June, Edna slipped quietly past Ed as he sat watching TV in his favorite chair. With their wedding anniversary coming up tomorrow, Edna needed to sneak his present inside.
Proud of herself for slipping past undetected, Edna reentered the room and plopped down next to Ed. “Remember what day tomorrow is?” Edna asked.
“Of course,” Ed replied. “It’s garbage day.”