Im home, waiting for packages to be delivered. The blast of a truck horn sounds down in the street, so thinking theres an off chance it might be the mail dude, I head downstairs.
What there is is a funeral, a huge funeral, at the Jewish parlor across the way. Men everywhere in yarmulkes. People double-parked all along the street. And a trucker, whose truck is emblazoned with the words I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream For Pork Loin, is laying on his horn because he can’t get through.
Have some respect! yells an older guy across the street. I wonder if the advertisement is on his side of the truck too.
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