Wife and I are getting ready on Thursday night because we are visiting our daughter, Mother Rocker in Chicago. Wife (G) is getting the trash together and concerned because she had pruned Berry Lane and thought the garbage can wouldn't take too much more. She goes out, comes back with a shocked look on her face.
"Did you do something with our garbage can?"
"Why no I didn't"
I went out and where are can normally is now a pristine spot accept for the two bags of trash G had put out in frustration. We called our neighbor because we had asked them to take the can out on Sunday and thought they might have brought it to their house early. No, other than being insulted that we would think they were trash theives, they had not taken our garbage can.
Next morning we were leaving early (6 AM) to go to the airport. G remembers the bags of trash she has left out and realizes that's not a good idea and goes to bring them in. Except they're gone too! (background music from the Twighlight Zone).
Is someone able to do identity theft by reading the angles of berry bush prunings? Are they taping together the shredded credit card applications? Are their telltale DNA traces on the open cans of Swanson Chicken Broth?
Stay tuned
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