Above: What garbge or "gomi" goes out on what day. Simple, huh?"Don't forget to take out the garbage when you walk the dog." my wife says to me.
I dutifully reach down and pick up a plastic bag full of garbage that is sitting next to the door as I noose the dog with the choke chain. I check to make sure that I have plastic "doggy bags" in my pocket and I am heading out the door when I hear, "Wait! Today is not Monday, it is Wednesday!"
"I don't care if it is Friday”, I reply. “Frank has to take care of business now."
"No, Today is not Monday, Today is Wednesday, you have to take out the plastic garbage today."
I look at the bag. It is plastic. "This is plastic." I tell her.
"No, outside is plastic, inside is paper. Paper is Monday gomi. Wednesday is plastic gomi."
I consider this for a moment, and I ask, "OK, where is the plastic gomi?"
“I don't have the plastic gomi in the bag yet, plastic gomi is in the kitchen.”
I try to urge her to get a move on, the dog doesn't care if I take any gomi, he wants to check his "P"-mail, and perhaps make an ‘organic’ deposit for my "plastic doggy bag". I know that he really couldn't care less that the Wednesday plastic gomi was in the kitchen and the paper Monday gomi was by the door. He doesn’t care if I pick up his organic deposits with a paper bag, a plastic bag or my bare hand. In fact, I don’t really think he is worried if I pick it up at all. He has other problems. In deference to him, I forgo the argument about gomi placement, and why we have to wait till the very last minute to get the correct garbage so we can get out the door. Soon, the garbage arrives and we head outside. The dog and I are both confused. My dog is trying to figure just exactly what has been holding up his sorely needed trek into the night and I am trying to figure out just exactly what day it is.

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