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There’s always a responsible house in every street, the motherly house that always has their bins out early each week. Let’s just be clear right from the start, I don’t live in that house.
These people are never caught running down the street in their pyjamas after the rubbish man, wheelie bin bouncing along the road behind them. Everyone in the street uses this house as a guide for what needs to be emptied.
I always peek out: “Okay, let’s see, number 6 has BOTH bins out this week, right must be recycling week.” Let’s hope they never go away for a week or the whole street’s rubbish schedule will be thrown into turmoil! No one will be game to put their bins out in case they’re wrong and the whole street copies them. “Good work number 10, it wasn’t rubbish day after all, was it?”
So today was rubbish day for my area. We’d managed to get our bins out on time and one of them was extremely full. We’d done some weeding during the week and subsequently filled our bin- yes, there were that many weeds in our garden... I’d had to balance the bag of ‘regular’ kitchen rubbish precariously on top of the garden rubbish, using the lid to anchor the bag to the rest of the pile.
Now when the garbage man pulled up, he didn’t think to take much care with the overflowing bin. He grabbed the bin with the truck’s robot arm, throwing the bin up into the air to the opening in his truck.
Of course, this disturbed the careful balancing act in the ecosystem that was my bin’s contents and resulted in the bag of kitchen rubbish being hurled onto the unforgiving road below, causing a glass bottle to smash on my driveway.
Then the garbage man left.
He didn’t stop after hearing the smash, apparently didn’t care to notice my rubbish flying through the air behind him either. He just continued down the street in his lunatic manner.
Now we have an extra week with the smelly kitchen rubbish sitting in our bin! I wouldn’t have minded so much if he’d left the weeds in the bottom and taken the rest (which has happened before) cos at least the weeds don’t reek.
There’s a lot you can get away with in wheelie bins though. We had a cubic metre of soil to be removed after a recent backyard paving job, so rather than use my dump coupons, I just put a few bucket loads in each week with the usual rubbish.
Of course I had to put the bin out for collection under the cover of darkness cos I could barely move the thing, it was so heavy with dirt. Didn’t want to raise the suspicion of the nosy neighbours or they’d jump to conclusions:
“Hmmm their bin looks very heavy, she can barely move it. What’s heavy and gets thrown out? Oh my God! Toxic waste! They’ve got toxic waste in there! George call that hotline and tell them we’re alert, not alarmed, but there’s toxic waste next door!!!
Then the chemical warfare people show up in their HAZMAT suits, put a little barrier of tape around our bin, (cos if it did explode, that tape saying “DO NOT CROSS” would save us all).
An active imagination, I know....:)
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Posted by kaos264 on 2007-11-01 18:46:35 | Rating: | Views: 43
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We don't have a reliable person like your number 6. We have three bins - a little 'everyday' waste that goes out every week, a recycle bin and a garden waste bin that goes out every fortnight. So its just a lot of guessing and sometimes we get it wrong. So if you miss the fortnightly ones then you end up with a back log of bottles and cardboard and paper and thats just annoying!!
sometimes you lose your bin too, coz the garbage man keeps driving while he empties, so your bin ends up half way down the street, on the road and with the lid broken off coz of the drop it had to endure.
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Posted by HornyLittlePoker
on 2007-11-01 23:38:43
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