Every single time I think I’m losing my edge something, usually some dumbass, proves I’m not. Utility companies mark where a buried cable or sewer line is when you want to do some digging. Makes perfect sense.

I watched as the water guy marked a main in our alley. He sprayed orange dashes where the main was. He sprayed right over top of our dumpster. I couldn’t resist it.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”, says I.

“Yea, sure”, says he.

“Umm, if I move that dumpster, doesn’t that throw your mark off?”.

“Huh? Why would you do that?”.

“Maybe I want to change the way things look. You know, like my wife rearranging the furniture”.

“Oh, man, don’t you just hate that. Uh, you need to leave this right where it is”.

“What happens when the company comes to dump it? That guy doesn’t care if it goes back where it is now”.

“Shoot! Never thought a that. Uh, when does he come? Maybe I need to be here to direct him”.

No, as long as that guy lives, I have my edge.