Boys Will Be Boys

Some days a person just really needs a good laugh, or at least something funny to smile at. My husband put a broken bicycle at the curb for garbage men to haul away today. After the big blue truck turned our corner the driver stuck his head out of the cab to take a look at the shiny bike while another of the guys wheeled the bicycle out into the street. It must not have looked broken because one of the burlier, brightly vested men decided he would try to take it for a spin; he rode the bike about three wobbly inches before he decided that there was a good reason for its being relegated to the curb. With a shrug of his shoulders he chucked it into the back of the truck.