A Wrong Un

The dump entrance was chained shut.

Cringle swore and smacked the steering wheel. “I am so sick of this pandemic shit.”

“So now what?”

“This is what. ” He popped the truck into reverse, spattering dirt and gravel against the city’s CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE sign.  He slammed the shifter to drive and fishtailed up the rutted road.

Cringle reached down between his legs and pulled up a can of beer, opened it one-handed and gunned it down in one swallow.

He crushed the can and threw it out the window. “Keep your eye peeled for a side road,” he grinned.


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  1. rochellewisoff

    Dear Josh,

    “We had never heard of a dump being closed on Thanksgiving. So with tears in our eyes…” Now that explains what the refrigerator was doing on the side of the road. Good one.



  2. Anonymous

    Scum bags, the best and worst of humanity is very prevalent in this situation we find ourselves

  3. msjadeli

    Takes “Alice’s Restaurant” to a whole new level. Let me guess, there’s a gun rack installed in the truck with a shotgun sitting in it.

  4. Anonymous

    They should have dumped the fridge at the gates of the city tip – Then, they might get the message.
    I’ll admit I done that once, they closed the gates early without any notice – I wasn’t taking my load of rubbish home – sod them.

  5. Nan Falkner

    One thing I really can’t stand is littering. I just don’t understand why people can’t put the trash in a trash bin. It’s reprehensible and sad that some people could care less about their environment. I bet their homes are trashed too. Nice story!

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