The Upstory

This morning Glenn and I circle the neighborhood, walking (or dog-trotting) Hank and Nixon, and when we reach our house Glenn spots litter in our yard. He snags it, and it’s a Lowe’s receipt.

But here’s the thing. He doesn’t wad it up in his fist until he can toss it in the trash can. He reads it.

Mind you, Glenn is a receipt guy. He saves receipts. He has taught me to save receipts. And not just for a day or two, until he’s sure he’s keeping the item he purchased. Or a week or two, until he gets the credit card. He keeps receipts, in by-the-month envelopes for a duration of 90 days.

He checks them to make sure he got what he paid for (surprisingly this can be a problem) and to make sure the advertised price matches the sales price (again, there can be faux pas).

So, I guess it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that he automatically checked the receipt litter.

And he’s checking it item by item. One item gives him pause. It’s a Pro Pet Urine Eliminator for $21.99.

He looks at the dogs who are taking turns peeing on something.

“Maybe we should get one of these,” Glenn says.

Maybe. Or maybe you should just put the litter in the trash.