Life Without Judgment

Behind the trash truck

A couple of mornings ago, I opened the front door to send my youngest child off to school and saw a line of cars backed up on my street, not moving. Looking to my left I noticed that they were behind the trash truck, and remembered that it was a regular trash pickup morning, one of two such mornings per week in our town. The trash truck stood still as the sanitation workers emptied a set of trashcans, then lumbered ahead two houses’ distance, then stopped again. With no shoulder available on our two-lane road, the truck took up the entire lane. The drivers in the cars behind it had no choice but to start and stop along with it, waiting for the opportunity to roll ahead a house or two only to

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