Howard started to run out to the garbage cans in front of the house but was stopped by the memory of the sound of the garbage truck. It was too late. He would be forced to sit all day at home in front of the TV without even a beer to help him pass the time. “Damn that woman!”, Howard said to himself, “Whatever possessed her to throw away my beer? I’m not a fucking kid no matter how young I look! I can’t even drive up to get more beer! I’m too small now to drive my car even if I wanted to. My feet won’t reach the pedals!”
Who Wears the Pants Scene 117
