jamesq | Life's Little Goofs

I was with

thebrucie on Saturday. He had to do some stuff at his place and I drove him there. On the way into the house I spied an empty beer bottle siting on the ground. Almost unconsciously I bent over and picked it up - it was litter on his lawn after all. We get into the house and, instead of rinsing it out and putting it in his recycling like I intended, I just put it down on the counter.

Later, we took off for breakfast. Bruce didn't spend much of the intervening days at home (he went to Casa Walters for Football-Sunday).

So he gets home from work today to see an empty beer bottle sitting on his counter (for a brand of beer he doesn't drink). Checking with his landlord he confirms that they have not been in his apartment. Thus leaving him with a somewhat alarming mystery - one where "home invasion" could be the answer.

This came to light about an hour ago when he phone me.

"Did you pick up a bottle from my lawn and bring it inside"
"Yeah, I was planning on putting it in your recycling - did I forget to do that?"
"Yeah - and for the record you fucked me up."

Another day, another yogurt-headed maneuver.