It confused Rock to be awakened from a nap by a garbage truck parked in his front yard. He stepped onto his porch to see why it was there and noticed a wooden shipping crate and piles of boards he assumed had come from other crates. As the driver finished picking the wood from his lawn, Rock saw that his cat Pam had run under the front of the truck.
Rock ran to the cab and asked the driver to wait. "My cat's under your truck. Hold on until I can get her, would you."
With very little encouragement from Rock, Pam scurried away and across his yard into the street.
"Thanks a lot, man," Rock said.
"Yeah, no problem," the driver said. He drove away across the edge of the driveway, and Rock noticed something crazy. Behind his cars on the driveway were several large pieces of furniture, apparently new. Rock knew his house had no room nor need for more furniture, so he began to stack it on the edge of the street, frustrated that it would sit there for a week before the truck returned.
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