Garbage Day

It is garbage day again, I know this because earlier as I was I sitting here I hear the unmistakable sound of the garbage truck banging down the road and his high pitched warning horn as he backs up. No, my garbage will not be picked up this morning because I forgot to put it out on the curb last night. At least once a month I forget and so next week we will have twice as much for him to pick up. You see, one problem is that after every holiday, our garbage day is moved forward so I can not consistently remember which day of the week it is. Now we do have a list on the kitchen wall but who thinks of checking this out every day? Not I. He is also not consistent on the time he comes. There have been the odd mornings when he has come later and I have been able to run out in time with my weekly load. Then other day s like today, when he is there before dawn and I just shrug my shoulders and say oh well, next week.

— Kareen
Wed, Feb 9^th, 2005 · 1:12am ↑

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