Earlier this week, I was walking along the street and a discarded pile of clothes actually scared me. The pile seemed to have a human form ... until my mind processed it and I realized it was trash.
Today, as I was putting out my own trash, I saw a photo album on top of the heap. There were photos of a wedding, names included. I assumed they had divorced and the album was meaningless until I kept flipping through and saw pictures of their first born. In the trash ? Your first born ?