This morning the trash guy came and picked up our garbage. I was lurking behind the venetian blinds watching him go from neighbor to neighbor picking up their garbage cans. As he dumped the trash into his truck I watched him looking at the garbage, monitoring it for offending items not allowed by the higher-ups at wherever he dumps said garbage. As he picked up our can, I felt judged by him and was suddenly concerned that our garbage wasn't good enough. I swear to god that I saw a flash of disapproval on his face.
Later I went to the gym and dropped the baby off at the in-house day care they have. He wouldn't stop crying so I went in after a few minutes and tried to distract him with a teddy bear that I had taken off a table of stuffed animals. A little girl came up to me and said "NO, you messed it up!" and she grabbed the bear out of my hand and put it back on the table. I apologized to her.
