So far this week I have done alright. I haven’t gossiped, I haven’t lost my temper, I haven’t been greedy, grumpy, nasty, selfish, or a curmudgeon nor told anyone one to mind their own business and stay out of mine. Lord, last night I came home to Malibu with my leftover dinner, having eaten in another city and not wanting to be overindulgent, and it dawned on me this morning that my dinner was in a Styrofoam container, a transgression and a crime within the City of Malibu. In fact, a StyroCrime. Lord, I confess, I was a Styro Criminal.
I really don’t have the riches to pay the hefty City of Malibu fine if caught with Styrofoam, nor do I look decent in penitentiary stripes. I thought prolonged and hard about burying the evidence or maybe throwing the Styrofoam into the Pacific Ocean or a running stream. I even thought about putting my Styrofoam into the trash or recycle bin, but then the Malibu Code Enforcement officer would cite me; unless they have taken that open enforcement job in Kansas.
A resolution dawned on me, Lord, and for that I thank you. However, I also need to ask your absolution for placing my refuse, my Styrofoam, in Malibu Councilperson Pamela Conley Ulich’s trash.
Tom Fakehany