IÂ’m home, waiting for packages to be delivered. The blast of a truck horn sounds down in the street, so thinking thereÂ’s 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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