Reliable

    As Margaret is in the hospital, she asked me to roll her garbage cart out to the curb (kerb? whatever) Wednesday night. Aaaaand I forgot all about it. Until 11 when I put the light out and went to bed. Without thinking about it a second, I rolled out of bed, pulled on trousers and deck shoes, grabbed keys and wallet, and went. And again I have to ask: who kidnapped me and replaced me with an exact replica, except the new model's reliable? It's an outrage! (Nice night, though.)