Contributor: Marc A. Donis
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They started coming one summer night, after dinner.
I was taking out the trash when I saw something move in the dark, out of the corner of my eye. It was a blender I'd put on the curb a week ago. I knew the garbage had been by to pick it up, but there it was. I went back inside.
"I just saw something odd --" I started to say to my wife, but there was a knock at the door.
It was our quarrelsome neighbor, Mr. Hink.
"I wish you people could keep your junk off my property. I just found this toaster in the middle of my driveway!" huffed Hink.
"Yeah... sorry about that." I was puzzled. I presented a vague apology, and shut the door.
The next day at work, my wife called, wanting to know what color socks to buy.
"By the way, I thought you threw out that broken blender?"
I had, of course....
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