FADE UP TO:
EXT. MASON STREET (MORNING) - SUMMER
The vast sidewalks of suburban Mason Street are lined with empty trash cans and remnants of the garbage that the trash collectors didn't pick up properly. There is a big couch down the street that did not get taken, along with an old tube TV and a rusty old propane tank.
CARL - mid-30's, skinny, timid, and obviously unconfident - steps out onto his section of the sidewalk wearing a bathrobe and nursing a cup of coffee. He stands beside his cookie cutter mailbox, which reads "37."
He looks to the right. And then down to the left. He turns around and then back to the left and right. He looks confused.
His neighbor GERALD from across the street walks quickly outside, grabs his own empty trash can, and briskly brings it back into his garage. He...