Thursday night, as I was tidying the kitchen, I had this sudden revelation. Tomorrow is garbage day! My first garbage day at my new house! So I collect all my garbage and put it in shiny new black plastic bags. I grab my 3 bags and wander down to the end of my driveway*, decide upon a "garbage bag location" (being such a creature of habit, I knew once I selected a spot, that would be it) and neatly plact by 3 bags in a little triangle-type shape. There. I put my garbage out for the first time at my new house.
Friday I come home from work. And there is my garbage. I stop in the middle of the road (one bag had moved to the middle of my driveway). I look around. Did they not come? But no, my neighbour's can is empty and the house down the street that had bags out no longer has bags. So they must have come. My garbage was rejected?! I doubt there is any worse feeling than having your garbage rejected. Here they are - people who are supposed to take the crappiest stuff on the planet, and they're rejecting my stuff!
I pull over to the side of the road so I can remove the bag from my driveway. My kind (and ever watchful) neighbour from across the street comes out and asks if I had stickers on them. Stickers? Yes, stickers. I apparently live in one of those towns where I have to decorate my bags so they'll be taken away. The garbage men must be kindergarteners. So now I must find stickers. So that my garbage will be accepted and taken away.
Rejection of my garbage - talk about lowest of the low. Next week my garbage will be #1!
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I adore you!
(I should sign this as Tygre so it's less creepy :p)
that spam is better than the one onomatopoetic got. ;-)
i hope your garbage isn't rejected again. that would be just scarring.
Go EGTY!!!
(wtf?)
I'm jealous of your spam. :p
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