We lived on a street with no curbs and burning leaves had been banned. We would move them to the easement and the village would suck them into big trucks. There was a kid up the street that would drive through them at a fairly high rate of speed. One of our neighbors had had enough and buried a large stump in them. I was a teen and don’t remember the outcome, but the kid did hit it.
The funny thing is that Nate is foretelling his own future.
We do. Alice’s mother (Cul de Sac) has a copy. I know my mom had it, too.
Everybody loves Raymond:
Ray: Robert’s weird. He doesn’t like to go out to eat because he has a fear of busboys. He can’t carry his dollar bills facing each other because it would be like they’re kissing.
Debra: That’s just quirky.
Ray: Yeah? Quirky? He separates his Good ’n Plenties into “goods” and “plenties.” Which one is which again?
Robert: Never mind.
Ray: No, no, go ahead. Go ahead.
Robert: The pinks are the “goods,” and the whites are the “plenties.” ‘Cause there’s always more of them. And they’re not as good. And then there’s a third category of “irregulars.”
Ray: And they’re called…
Ray: I rest my case.
That’s why you have bid numbers and don’t use names. And sneak up to the tables.
It must be a ghost.
Wow. And so it begins.
I thought he was a dentist.
Let’s play that game where we see who can be quiet the longest. I bet you will win!