Poor Howard's day was unkind. The natural day, in all of its early summer splendor was beautiful, but Howard was not destined to share in the glory of the day. No, today, Howard was given the municipal trash run. And t the end of it, Howard was dispatched to "Bum Park," as it is called by his colleagues. And God laughed.
One never notices that the city keeps itself clean until the trash runneth over. And today, Howard was the man that cleaned the fullest trash can that ever lived. It was filled to overflowing with the memorial day weekend refuse from a team of city bums, filled to the brim with 40 oz. bottles, wrapped elegantly with the brown paper bag they were brought in. And that was the nicest contents of the can.
The day grew grimmer after the trash run was finally over, but Howard will tell that story in the morning. His day took the wind from his sails and gave him a sucker punch in the gut of his ego. And now he is tired, and he must turn in. Tomorrow is another day, a new day, and Howard hopes for better, but is prepared for whatever may come.
