As you can imagine, I was outraged. Finger pointing at the pile of trash dumped on the sidewalk, I tried to summon words: “Who? Who? Who?”
Henry, who liked to think of himself as something of a wit, jibed “What are you? An owl?”
I tried again. “What? What kind,” my lip curled, “… of person … does this?”
“Pretty ugly,” he agreed. “A real eyesore.”
And then it came to me, a chance to out-Henry Henry. “Help keep America beautiful. Throw away something lovely today.”
We strolled on, laughing.