There was a thunderstorm and heavy rain Friday morning. As a result, I missed taking the trash out
early. When I did take it to the curb, I realized the truck was already a
block past the house.
The (standardized) trash can has big wheels, the truck doesn't move quickly and I am my mother's daughter: rain was still falling as I took off after the truck in my walking sandals, nightgown and robe.
By the time I had closed the gap, he was at the last house in the next block from mine. I waved and yelled and the driver stopped, got out and lined up the trash can with with the loading gadget, chuckling. "Lady, " he said, "next time, just put it across the street from your house. I pick up on that side a couple of hours later!"
Good exercise, right?
The (standardized) trash can has big wheels, the truck doesn't move quickly and I am my mother's daughter: rain was still falling as I took off after the truck in my walking sandals, nightgown and robe.
By the time I had closed the gap, he was at the last house in the next block from mine. I waved and yelled and the driver stopped, got out and lined up the trash can with with the loading gadget, chuckling. "Lady, " he said, "next time, just put it across the street from your house. I pick up on that side a couple of hours later!"
Good exercise, right?
Nothing like an early morning hustle to get the blood flowing!
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My garbage is picked up at 0'dark-thirty in the AM. I put it out the night before. Not allowed in the great metropolis?
ReplyDeleteAllowed but the weather was lousy that evening, so I put it off. Not a good plan.
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