I Won’t Pay For Your Pizza


A pizza delivery arrived. The kid looked freshly stoned, and from the aroma coming from his clothing I assumed the inside of his car was still a bit foggy. “Hey.” he said, stopping at my desk. “How can I help you?” I asked. “I have a delivery for you.” “I didn’t order anything.” He looked…

It’s A Garbage Morning


I went for my usual walk around the building. I saw a white van with an old, faded logo that I couldn’t read, on the side. I watched the driver go directly to the dumpster. He hopped out of the van and started moving what appeared to be extremely heavy bags of garbage from the…