Ghost Truck, or “I need some more excitement in my life”
On Thursday, I’m getting ready for work and I glance outside to make sure they haven’t picked up the recycling yet. I do some running around, gather my cell phone, iPod and subway book, then look out again to make sure it hasn’t come in the interim. That’s when I saw this:
It had a cherry picker. I love cherry pickers.
“I’m going to get to see something awesome up close,” I thought as I grabbed my camera. I hurried to get my coat and shoes — and recycling — to take downstairs. When I got outside, the truck was gone.
I looked up and down the street, but the big yellow truck was nowhere in sight.
