I've been looking forward to today for over two weeks now. What is so special about today? Well, it is garbage day and I'm in serious need of getting rid of some trash. I've amassed quite a bit of trash in the back of my dump truck, seven bags to be exact. It's not that the trash man forgets to pickup my trash but the fact I fail to move it from the back of my truck to the curb each Monday. The truck is only three feet from the drop off point but the process can only take place early in the morning and this is not so appealing at 7:30 am when the temperatures reach the mid-30's. The trash men could be more cooperative and come by later in the day but they refuse to work around my schedule. The local felines also refuse to work with me and allow for me to put the trash out at night. I've tried this in the past only to have raccoons and cats working side-by-side to open a sidewalk buffet.
I managed to get the trash moved in time this morning and rewarded myself with a nap immediately after work was completed. A strange noise woke me at 9:00 am and forced me towards the front door. Rubbing my eyes I peeped out the front window to discover garbage cans having their way with the neighborhood. One made its home on the lawn, one nestled close to the car parked in the driveway as a few others blew down the sidewalk in the direction of the park.
"Those careless bastards," I whispered under my breath.
I had the urge to get dressed and rescue the cans but thought better of it. How can one man make a difference? I can't possibly save all those garbage cans. I don't even own a garbage can. If I did, I wouldn't be moving trash bags at 7:30 in the morning. Then it occurred to me. Maybe God wants me to have a garbage can and be happy. Why else would the wind blow them in my direction?
I shuffled out the front door, searched for the nicest can, and escorted it around the house and into the back yard.
"There! You look much happier now that you're working for me," I said to the can and patted the lid.
I walked into the house and realized I'd done a good deed for the day. I thought my giving ended with the adoption of a Dominican child but it has not. My generosity has no limit. Now I have added a foreign garbage can to go along with my foreign child.
I looked to the sky: "Maybe one man can make a difference."
Monday, December 1, 2008
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Aaaaaaah. I miss all that. Now we have wheelie bins, refuse collection is not half so much fun. But the benefit of being able to flatpack an entire kitchen into one bin was pretty cool
... ok... I admit it, the floor tiles had to wait for the second week.
I love my dumpster
A rubbish bin, (garbage can) is good, I got a street sign once with a little dog tied to it, but I had to give them both back.
LMAO
You are such a giver. Really man, I'm glad there are people like you in this world. I just can't get over how selfless you were taking in that lost little trash can. :)
B - You have wheel bins? What I could accomplish with a wheel bin. I could use it do gather groceries then put out the trash.
EZ - Are you loving your dumpster in West Virginia? I'm pretty sure this is the only place it's legal.
Bulldog - I've seen your drawings. Are you sure it wasn't a cat tied to the sign.
Angie - *Tears Rolling*
Thank you! It's about time my good deeds get the attention they deserve.
LMFAOROTFUTKCOM-MEPMP(IIWWA)
(laughing my fucking arse off rolling on the floor unable to keep control of myself-might even piss my pants (if I was wearing any)
I just made that acronym up.
do you think it'll catch on?
almost certainly a cat... or a chihuahua ;)
It may catch on for those who can spell. I knew you would get the Bulldog joke. You've seen his drawings of cats and dogs.
Bulldog's Drawings
Look at Monday, November 28th and you can decide whether it's a cat or dog.
An empty beer can is like a dead body and should be disposed of accordingly - on a happier note there's lot's of new born can's o' beer out there
I predict long life and happiness for that can. Trash Can Rescue is a lost art, in my opinion. Glad you have picked up the torch...
Quickroute - This is not true. I can get spare change for empty cans. A body is useless unless you are stranded without food.
Megan - I wouldn't predict anything just yet. I grow tired quicky when it comes to adoption. Just ask the lady who gave me a kitten in college.
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