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November 28, 2007
Through the living room window.
Chicago accent and the jingle of a choke chain: "Ah, come aaaan, leave it! You're not ginna smell every frikkin' tree."
High-pitched bleep of a large vehicle backing up. A beer delivery van is having second thoughts about squeezing past the UPS truck that's double-parked.
Soft clinks and clanks as a sturdily built, elderly Asian woman rifles through our recycling bins. She carries many pounds of bottles and cans in plastic baskets attached to both ends of a long pole.
Across the street, two Hispanic guys using their pickup to gather recyclables toss bottles two at a time into buckets and barrels that line their flatbed. It sounds like angry wind chimes. I wonder if there's any tension between them and the old woman? It would be funny to actually hear someone say "I'm working this side of the street, bub."
Posted by Your Protagonist at November 28, 2007 09:29 PM