My Dad Is A Garbage Man
Read this from a book:
"My dad is a garbage man."
I did not think much about it until I was invited to his home for Thanksgiving dinner. Rather than pick us up in his car, his dad flew us to their home in his private jet, two hours away from New York. Needless to say, his home was a mansion.
When I inquired about his dad's profession as a garbage man, he said, "My dad owns the largest garbage collection company in the state. He has over two hundred trucks and over a thousand employees. He also owns the land where the garbage is disposed. His biggest customer is the state and city government."
Coincidently, saw this in the newspaper one day later:
"My dad is a garbage man."
I did not think much about it until I was invited to his home for Thanksgiving dinner. Rather than pick us up in his car, his dad flew us to their home in his private jet, two hours away from New York. Needless to say, his home was a mansion.
When I inquired about his dad's profession as a garbage man, he said, "My dad owns the largest garbage collection company in the state. He has over two hundred trucks and over a thousand employees. He also owns the land where the garbage is disposed. His biggest customer is the state and city government."
Coincidently, saw this in the newspaper one day later:
