Honey Truck by Rob Brunet

The driver climbed down off the honey truck and said his name was Edgar.

“Thanks for coming so quick,” Clarence said. “Figured it might take a while.”

“You got lucky,” said Edgar. “I do a run out this way every three, four weeks. This is the week.”

“How do you handle the smell?”

“You get used to it. Sewage is sewage. Some of them’s worse than others. Did you clear the top off the tank?”

“Naw, I didn’t know where it was.”