Is it Monday on Tuesday or what?
Just had to tell this little story. I live in Salem. Salem has a garbage collection system like other cities but they also have big blue bins for recycling paper, plastic etc. Well, I loaded that big blue bin to the gunnels last night (Monday) we get pickup on Tuesday AM and set it out on the curb. Well, last night we had a wind and rain type night. I get up this morning and get my morning paper and see newspaper flying around out in the street in front of my house. HeHeHeHe, I thought, my neighbors dog got in his trash again last night. I read the paper, eat breakfast and mention to my wife, "Can you believe how hard its raining out". So I grab my lunch and briefcase and head out to the truck. I still see the papers (now stuck in the gutter and soaked through) and some are clinging to my landscape in the full blown gale we have going on. I reach down and grab a soggy, wet envelope and, thinking its my neighbors I read the address. Oops, that kite flying newspaper and plastic milk jugs floating by and spread up and down the street belongs to no one else but ME. I start grabbing items off my yard and every neighbors yard within two blocks of my house. Meanwhile, it is raining like you can't believe. I gather up the shreds as best I can(kinda hard when it is floating in tiny particles down the gutter in the street). Meanwhile I see the recycler guy. Heck, he's on the other side of the street already. Man, that guy didn't even stop at my house this morning he just went right on by. I thought, just great, these guys just won't get out of their truck for anything. Now I have to chase him down to come back and pick up my recyclables. Well off I go running down the street after the truck. The guy sees me and keeps on going. Man, I have a sack of soggy goo and what used to be yesterdays junk mail in my hand why doesn't he stop. I finally chased him for another block before he gets the hint that the crazy, soggy looking dude running down the street behind his truck with a garbage bag in hand wants him to stop. I yell, "You skipped my house, I picked up all the papers, come on back and get my stuff, I don't have any room left for another week." The guy (still not sure what I was talking about and now he's even more worried, just rolled the truck window down about an 1") yells at me, "Hey buddy, I pick up lawn debris only, you want the other truck that picks up paper." With that he rolled up his window and kept on going. Not only did I get soaked but I got a physical work out like I had never had before. I returned back to my house, wet and frustrated and then I see my next door neighbor. Yup, the one who's dog I assumed created this mess in the first place. He yells to me, "Didn't know you were into running for exercise." With that I got in my pickup and started my official Tuesday.
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