Hi, Mrs Drake. No, you put all the trash cans out right, you’re one of the best houses on my route when it comes to that. I gotta ask you a question, and I want you to understand that I’m not passing any kind of judgment. I’m not trying to be nosy, it’s just I feel I’m owed an explanation. Every week you throw away a single garbage bag filled with uh, well we’re both adults here, a single garbage bag filled with dildos. And I've seen some pretty wacky stuff on this job, you know. We had to haul a refrigerator full of mannequin lips off some dead guy’s property once. But it’s not the uh, strangeness, that’s got me wondering so much as the consistency. You’ve thrown away a garbage bag filled to the absolute limit with dildos every trash day for three years Mrs. Drake. And it’s a clear bag, too. You don't use clear bags for your normal trash. Is that part of it? Like that you want me, personally, to know how many dildos you're throwing away? Again, what you do in your own home, god bless, not my business. But after three years I've asked myself a lot of questions. It seems statistically unlikely you could be using all of these yourself, even if you used a fair amount every single day. You don't got a lot of guests over, that was my first guess was it was some kinda swinger thing. Most of the time they look like they could be right out of the package, too. I did some uh, googling, and that kinda dildo costs about 40 dollars. You throw away about a hundred of em a week. Over three years you've thrown away 624,000 dollars worth of dildos. Now i swear I'm not trying to cast aspersions here but judging by the rest of your house, even if you're getting some kind of incredible deal buying in bulk, that’s gotta be like the main thing you're spending your money on. You look frail, Mrs. Drake. When was the last time you ate? Please don't close the door, I'm not judging you, I just gotta know what’s going on here. I got my life pretty figured out, you know? I do my job, I go home to my wife, we skype Lindsey at college every Saturday, and when the Mrs goes to bed I watch my Monk DVDs. There's an order to all of it, other than how every Thursday I throw a clear bag of a hundred dildos into my truck. At my age I need answers, I need serenity. This is taking a bigger toll on my health than anything else I'm doin’ Mrs. Drake. Don't close the door. Please. Every night I'm haunted by the image of future archaeologists digging through the city dump, buried under thousands of pounds of rock, and finding millions of perfectly preserved dildos and thinking wow, this must have been ancient humanity’s main thing. NO! YOU OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR UP AND TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON HERE! I WILL CUT THAT BAG OPEN AND POUR THOSE DILDOS ALL OVER YOUR LAWN MRS. DRAKE! I GOT BRAIN CANCER, MRS DRAKE! I GOT BRAIN CANCER AND I AINT TOLD NOBODY AND I DON’T KNOW IF THERE’S A HEAVEN BUT THIS MOMENT HERE, WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME IS MY HELL!!! GO AHEAD, CALL THE COPS, I HOPE THEY FUCKIN’ SHOOT ME AND GET MY BLOOD ALL OVER YOUR GODDAMN DILDOS.

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