Procrastination Station
Okay, so I'm procrastinating. But there is one thing that I must speak about and that is street sweepers. I'm not kidding, our street gets sweeped at least once a week. I mean, don't get me wrong, it is really sweet to have a freshly sweeped street, but don't you think it's a little excessive? Don't you think maybe our tax dollars could be put to better use? I just realized that this rhymes like a poem. Here, I'll write it in a poem for you.
One thing
of which I must speak:
the street
sweapers sweep my street
once a week
at least.
It's really sweet to be freshly sweeped
but don't you think
it's a little excessive?
Yeaht, that's how I roll. Totally procrastinating, right?
Comments
But that does seem really frequent. We only get it like twice a year.
"This street, as I'm sure you can see, is already squeaky clean."
He looked through his windshield and shrugged.
"Do you have a girlfriend on this route or something?" I asked him. I was staring up at the window and the sun was getting in my eyes.
He just shrugged again.
"Well," I said and shaded my eyes so I could see him. "I have this friend, Bob, who's street is really dirty, and I mean disgusting. Would you mind driving this rattletrap street sweeper into Salt Lake and sweeping his street?" I handed the man Bob's address which I had scrawled on a strip of paper I'd ripped off a McDonald's take out bag. It had a grease-spot on it and smelled like cardboard french fries.
He glanced at it and shrugged.