I volunteered to pick up trash off the road sides recently. I wear a yellow vest and look just like someone who is doing it for a “community service” sentence.
I’d like to hear some witty, but good natured, replies if I someone ever asks me “what are you in for”? Got any suggestions?
“Funny you should ask that. Just two hours ago, I asked some fellow the same question. Next thing I know, I’m picking up trash.” Then look somewhere beyond his car, raise your arm and make a “come over here” gesture.
Try Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
Restaurant, but Alice doesn’t live in the restaurant, she lives in the
Church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog…
The only good answer is “littering”. Then, of course, hauling out the old guitar and letting go with the mandatory verses of “Alice’s Restaurant” until the annoying questioner slinks away.
It was in the lighthouse. I woke up with blood on my hands. I struggled to my feet, my mind a fog of whiskey and nightmares… I looked over the railing, and there he was, 50 feet down on the rocks. I swear I didn’t push him. I remember arguing, and a broken bottle, but there the memories end… but I wouldn’t push him. I’d never do anything like that. He was my apprentice, I’d been teaching him the lighthouse trade for going on three years. He was like my son, the one I never had. Oh God, I would never… [at this point, break down sobbing]
If you don’t have a long, scraggly beard, try to grow one beforehand.