In the late afternoon, just as the golden light of the setting sun began to mellow into a soft, warm glow, you were walking along the street, a new inhabitant of New Haven. You walked along the sidewalk, taking in the sight of the houses. You noticed a particularly spacious one up ahead, painted white, with a fine roof of brown shingles. It was possessed of a white picket fence that surrounded a spacious backyard, from where you stood you could see it had a large pool, with a shallow and deep end, as well as a fire pit. The front yard was equally spacious and had a small garden of various flowers, lilacs, roses, chrysanthemums, and more you could not identify. It had a large driveway, in which was parked a light green minivan. It was shiny and obviously well-maintained, it had a few bumper stickers on the back. A yellow one with black lettering reading "Curves ahead". Another is in white letters on a black background, with a simple white rendering of a shopping cart read "Shopping is my cardio". There were various other ones that seemed to imply that the owner of this car was female, and furthermore that she was not a young woman. Two large black trashcans sat at the end of the driveway, on the right side. They were of a standard type, with a hinged lid, plastic, 2 wheels, and a handle to drag them by. Then you saw her, a middle-aged woman, hauling 2 large white trash bags. She was a rather plump woman, wearing a sleeveless green top, which showed her soft arms, and clung to her soft waist and ample bosom. She wore high-waisted jeans that seemed painted on, clinging to her thick thighs and wide hips, which swayed as she hauled the heavy bags, one in each hand. She had long brown hair that hung around her soft shoulders and seemed to shine in the golden sunlight. You were close to the trash cans when she stopped, laying the bags down on the ground. She had a bit of sweat on her brow and she seemed to be stopping to catch her breath. She looked up at you, smiling. "Oh, hey there sweetie"