Do you have 'a card,' $$, for your garbage man? By Carla Anderson, Urban Warrior
THE CITY Streets Department garbage truck was rumbling down our Center City street when we were startled by the house-rattling knocks on our front door.
'Yes?' I answered, worried there was some kind of emergency. It was the garbage man.
'We need a Christmas card for the boys in the truck,' he said, giving a jaunty nod toward the truck that his co-workers were, at that very moment, dumping our household garbage into.
It took about half a second to figure out what he wanted.