Trash Day

Trash day drives me crazy. You gotta have your trash out to the curb by 6am, or you miss the truck. So you wake up before 6 to haul it out there, or you have to put it out the night before. If you do that, the dogs and mongeese scatter it around the ‘hood. If it’s a holiday, it will run a day late – unless it doesn’t and you missed a whole week because they weren't in the mood. And how about recycling? I’m trying to be responsible, and keep Al Gore happy, but who knows what they do with that stuff – really? Are we sure they don’t just throw it in the pile with all the other stuff? Then they laugh at us, and spend our extra recycling fees on beer and pizza. On the positive side, I’m glad somebody takes it away and does something with it. The banana peels and tuna cans are smelling a bit ripe. Stinky!