The Mole Men

Adrianne didn’t believe me about the mole men, but they’re real. We had two large brown paper bags filled with bottles from the party we had last week. We had toyed with the idea of bringing them back to the liquor store across the street for money, but the idea of sorting through the mess and putting all the bottles into six packs was unappealing. We decided instead to put them out on garbage night.

“Just wait,” I told her, “all the bottles will be gone by morning. The mole men take them at night and return them for the bottle exchange.”

Less then eight hours later when I left for my 7 am shift, all the bottles were gone. Mole men strike again.