Posted by Edith Cook on Sunday, January 12, 2014
The other day I called my neighbor at 6:20 AM. His truck, "warming up," had been idling under my window since 5:45, which often happens in winter. The racket makes me get up because I can't stand listening to it, fretting over the wasted fuel. He apologized, saying a telephone call had kept him from leaving. I know, of course, that it's a company truck--he works for a refinery--and so, the wasted fuel or wear and tear is no money out of his pocket.