Today we put two tires on a Ford F-150. Raised it from blocks and put those suckers on there after 20 minutes of tsunami force rainfall.

It’s Connor’s soon to be truck.

The owners of the truck, who used it for their brewery, came out and offered to take the trash cans out of the back.

“No worries, we will get them” Connor said

The husband insisted he would remove the bins, however his wife overpowered him saying we could use our youthful energy.

She was an attractive lady.

Nonetheless

I’m lifting the last bin, to realize it’s too heavy.

“What’s in it?”

I hesitate.

“It’s filled with… French Fries… old French fries”