Garbage Day

Every Sunday evening, I get my butt off the couch, put on some slippers and head out the garage where our recycle and garbage bins are located. Monday morning is garbage day in our neighborhood, and I like to move the bins to the curb the night before so the raccoons have at least one bin night to sift through it.

It’s been this way for a couple of years now, yet our neighbor hasn’t figure this out yet.

See my neighbor is like an impatient fisherman who swaps bait every other cast.

Last week he decided to roll out his garbage bins on Wednesday night. The week before that he gave Thursday morning a try hoping to reel in a pick up. A while back he rolled them out on Monday evening as I was returning mine to the garage.

Each week I try to guess which night I’ll look out my window and watch my confused neighbor roll his bins to the curb. After both are in place, he’ll give a quick glance down the street. I suspect he’s looking for validation in the form of more bins on the curb.

Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once and a while, right?

Maybe I should just tip him off to the elusive Monday morning pickup.

But only if he agrees to stop parking his incredibly ugly van in front of my house.

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One Comment

  1. After 2 years of solid unemployment, I have recently taken the trash bin responsibility from my wife. It’s the least I could do.



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