Cider Press Hill

People's mysterious habits

One of the questions I’ve never been able to answer satisfactorily is why, when people have a driveway, they insist on parking in the street. Especially baffling during snowy weather when the street shrinks in size to nearly one lane. I do not understand. That’s one mystery.

The other mystery that continues to bemuse is what makes a person haul his trash to the curb at dawn every Wednesday when trash day isn’t until noon-ish on Thursday. Especially when he is routinely home on Wednesday night and Thursday morning.

Just the little mysteries that make the world go round.

Posted on 02/15/06 at 10:34 AM
 




Commenting is not available in this weblog entry.

Cider Press Hill

Next entry: All's quiet

Previous entry: The meeting