Tricked by the trash again–and loving it.
Monday was Columbus Day. Ordinarily on Holiday weeks, trash pickup is understandably delayed a day. But not always, especially on iffy, local but not national days off like Columbus’.
So a bunch odd IA on threw block put out our trash anyhow.
Results have varied. Sometimes the big blue receptacles get no relief for another day. Sometimes we’ve gambled correctly on whether a school holiday is a sanitation break as well. Once– and thirds is the sort of event which gives you good feelings about local government for years afterward– we didn’t put out the bins and woke, frazzled and frantic, to the sound of garbage tricks coming up the street. We watched dismayed as the truck stopped at the neighbors… Then gazed joyously as a worker steroid into our driveway, found the trash bin that hadn’t been placed curbside but (we know now) should’ve been, wheeled it to the truck and ceremoniously took our trash away.
Yesterday, here’s what happened. No trash truck at the customary dawn hour. But sometime between 10 a.m. and 1 p.m. the trash vanished.
This has happened once before. Some rogue mid-morning truck swooped through the neighborhood, finessing the fishwrappings of the fastidious. It’s like benevolent gods looking after the anguished.
Gee, I love election years. What service!