Don shuffles/walks/stumbles all the way up 6 steps to my office to ask me if I know anyone who collects disposable diapers?
Kristy: Collects what?
Don: Disposables.
Kristy: Disposable underwear like you use?
Don: Yeah.
Kristy: Are you talking used disposable underwear?
Don: Yeah.
Kristy: Are you serious? Do you think someone would want dirty disposable diapers for a collection?
Don: Is there someone who can help with garbage and laundry?
Kristy: I do laundry tomorrow and the garbage collection is Friday.
Don: My garbage is full.
Kristy: OK, so I can go get that now if you like?
Don: But my garbage is full.
Kristy: I understand. Garbage can is full and I will go get it now. What does that have to do with disposable diaper collections?
He turns around, leans forward, pulls down his pants and invites me to take a look. I take a peek and experience an “Aha” moment.
Note to Self: Doh! I guess re-arranging the words he used and reading between the lines would have delivered the correct message.
Tomayto-Tomahto.
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