I was downstairs this morning and heard the garbage truck. Oh, no!! D went into the hospital during the night so the cans didn't get put out (he usually does it while he's leaving). I dashed out the door and ran to get the cans. Disaster. . . . my side had already been disposed of. The garbage man saw me and waved me forward across the street while he backed up so I could take my can over there. Wasn't that nice? I guess he isn't trashy after all (no pun intended, of course).
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That IS nice!!!
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two weeks ago we had a similar experience. except we are the last row of houses... so no other side to go to. just imagine me, running down the street pulling our garbage can... at 7 am... in my pj's... waving my arms... in about a foot of snow... boy i love those late night calls. NOT.
Holy Cow!! We did that once and the garbage man saw us take ours across the street. He skipped out can and just did the neighbors!!
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