Prompt: askance, towel, matchmaker, garbage
Going through other people’s garbage is messy and dirty but so much fun! My rubber gloves on, face mask in place, hairnet and an old shirt and off I go. Now, normally I’m looking for hidden treasures since one man’s garbage is another’s gold. Or something like that.
One evening – you have to do it at night so you aren’t seen – I hit the mother lode. I looked askance up and down the road and dove in. I had laid out my treasure towel – that’s what I call it – and placed items of interest on it. Tupperware – perfectly good – a bunch of nails – couple pieces of wood and then – a ream of paper. Not just Any paper – but stacks and stacks from the Matchmaker.
Now, I don’t know if these names were discarded because the people were no good – or because the Matchmaker was recycling – which the garbage is not. But I pulled those coffee grounds, banana peel covered papers out and stared. Hundreds of names – eligible men from all overHarold Appleby would be my first call. It might possibly be his last.
. New York