外国简短的英语故事阅读

外国简短的英语故事阅读Every Monday night, Felix checked the big blue container in the carport behind his apartment building. If the container was at least a third full, he would take it out to the street forpick-up. Monday night, it was two-thirds full. He rolled it out into the street.The next day, he checked the container. It was still almost full of recyclables. That was odd, because all the other blue containers across the street were empty. He could tell because acouple of lids were open. He walked across the street to double-check. Hmm, he wondered. Then he looked up his side of the street. There were two blue containers standing there. He walked about120 feet up the street and lifted each lid. Both containers were empty. How could the truck have missed his container?He went upstairs to his apartment and called city hall. They connected him to the public works department. Susan said she would call Acme Trash to let them know about the missed container. OnWednesday, Felix checked the container again. It was still full. But, the big green dumpster in the carport was missing. Apparently, the messagethat Susan sent to Acme Trash had beenmisunderstood. Acme picked up the big green dumpster, which had already been emptied on Tuesday, instead of the blue container.Felix left a message on Susan’s answer machine, saying to forget it. Then he went downstairs and pulled the almost full container back into its space in the carport. Let it sit there tillnext Tuesday, he told himself. Had he left another message, he was worried that his building would accidentally get dropped permanently off Acme’s pick-up list.It was only a ’93 Lincoln, but he loved it. Not a ding on it. Only 75,000 miles, even though it was 14 years old. The leather seats were like new, as was the headliner. All the bells andwhistles worked, including the cruise control and the power seats and mirrors. It even got 14 miles per gallon. What was not to love?She hated it. She hated it because she thought he loved his car more than he loved her. “We can’t go anywhere because all you do is worry about whatwill happen to your car,” she complained.“The last time we went shopping, a fter an hour you stopped talking and listening to me. You had that long face. I knew what you were thinking about.”“What was I thinking about?” he asked.“You were thinking about your Lincoln!” She continued, “When we wentout to the parking lot, you walked all around it to check for fresh dings. Then, when you saw none, you unlocked the carand got in. As usual, you didn’t open the door for me because you were so busy adjusting the airflow out of the dashboard vents.”“I just do that to make you feel comfortable,” he said.“If you really want to make me comfortable,” she said, “sell this car.”Once a week, Neil went grocery shopping. He always made a list, but he always forgot to put one or more items on the list. This used to anger him,but now he just accepted it. You're not assharp as you used to be, he told himself.It was Friday—shopping day. He went to the 99¢ store. Sometimes they hada lot of fresh produce, sometimes they didn't. He got lucky. There were fresh, packaged broccoli, celery, eggplant,and squash. Also, packages of peaches, plums, and apples. He easily had enough produce to last all week, if it didn't rot first. The produce alonefilled up four plastic bags. Four other bagscontained other items that were on Neil's list.He drove to Albertson's, which sold milk by the gallon and at cheaperprices than the 99¢ store. Interestingly, the price of milk had soared in the last month. He used to buy 2 gallons ofnonfat milk for $3.59. Now he was paying $4.69. Yet, the news media was silent—the same news media that reports a 2-cent increase in gasoline pricesor even a 1-cent decrease. That's all overthe news. Milk, he thought, just isn't sexy enough.He parked his car in the carport and opened the trunk. Somehow he managed, as usual, to put all 10 plastic bags into his hands and lug them upstairs.What a drag shopping is, he thought. Andthen he mentally slapped himself: if you think it's a drag now, wait till you can't drive. Wait till you can't even walk up the stairs unless you use a cane. How are you going to get yourgroceries then? The older you get, he told himself, the more you'd better appreciate the fact that you can still do all these boring chores and errands.感谢您的阅读，祝您生活愉快。