Got up this morning to see my neighbor had put their trash out. It was snowing and I'm not putting mine out! (See how superior I am?!) Late in the morning I saw their cans basically buried. 'Fraid I laughed, a little.
Poor guy came home early and had to pull them out of the snow. I doubt they'll collect, today!
Is it sympathetic laughter, or that "glad it's not me" feeling that makes us laugh? I suspect, a bit of both.
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