All in a morning's work

She's getting ready to move. She's packing. She's rattled. I get it.

So this morning she heads over to her local Salvation Army to donate a bag of clothes.

She's told, by the man overseeing donations, that "We don't take trash."

She's perplexed.

She checks her bag.

It is, indeed, trash.

Now she understands why her car is smelly and has been for some time now.

The bag with "I want to donate clothes" that has been in the trunk of her car since January was actually a bag full of trash.

She tries to gracefully walk away.

He stops her.

He tells her, "Your pants are inside out."

"No they aren't," she shoots back.

"Yes they are,"he insists, "I can see the tag."

Her morning has not started well.

He delivers a "God Bless you" and she confesses to me that she wanted to smack him.