Sometimes I wonder…

what makes a man get up, very thoughtfully and without prompting, collect all the trash, pile it neatly by the door, kiss his wife goodbye, and then very happily go outside and jump in his car to go to work–the car with the dump sticker on it, the car they have always taken to the dump, the car which his wife has asked him twice the previous night to be sure NOT to take the next morning so she can go to the dump while he’s at work?

Posted by: ssjane | November 30, 2004 | 12:35 pm
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