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Just the time of year for "The Graduate(s)."

I came home the other day to find a waste basket in front of my door, and figured when I'd gone down that morning to round up the newspapers for we three subscribers and "over the side" with some detritus I'd forgotten to bring it up. By the way, do I hear that old computer class refrain? The basket was very clean and I figured someone was telling me something. No, my own of that color and shape was inside. This was one I'd lost months ago during "newspaper duty" and now I think I was being told since someone is moving out as well as throwing out it's mine again. Nice thing, because our dumpster has been full.

Tonight I came home and saw a plastic bag (store logo not one of "mine" so no placement!) hanging on the door knob. It's been a long time since a certain person in the building fixed me some chili and the bag proved light. Well, it was some plastic ware such as I use to take entrees for my work break.

As the one line from my titular reference goes, "Plastics."


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