Enough trash talk. This is at the Giant Flea market Ocean Grove. Blogfinger photo. 6/11/22. 9:30 am.

Scene:   Home Depot gardening department, in the garbage receptacle section. According to the Neptune Department of Public Misunderstanding, they said under 42 gallons and no more than 50 pounds. I couldn’t find 40  or  38 gallons.  I wanted the latter,but a worker riding a sort of fork lift said that he never saw a 38 gallon pail. But I did find a 32 gallon pail that could accept 100 pounds.

I was sick and tired of spending time trying to read the minds over at DPW.   So I decided to take the bull****  by the  horns, toss out my old 48 gallon pail and buy the 32 gallon model.

But what if I filled my new 32 gallon receptacle with 13 gallon kitchen bags stuffed with garbage, and what if it weighed 85 pounds?

So that’s it.  I will fill my new pail to over-flowing and then put the extra garbage bags in a little pile at the curb.   Enuf awready!   I dragged my new pail over to the cashier.  She was a young woman listening to music in her little booth.  Her name is Jameselle.

She rang me up but I needed help signing my name with my finger.   I liked her music;  it was lively with a beat.

Me:  What’s the name of the song?

She:  “Up All Night.”

Me: “What’s it about?”

She:  Giggling  and then laughing out loud .

Me:   Laughing  with her.  “OK, let’s change the subject.  Please send me an email receipt.”

BECK :    “Up All Night”

“Just want to stay up all night with you
Just want to stay up all night with you
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t rather do
Just want to stay up all night with you.”