Trash Night
Growing up ‘Trash Night’ was on Thursday meaning that the trash trucks came early Friday morning. I was in charge of moving the trash can forward from the back yard to the curb. I frequently forgot to do that and more often than not woke up to the sound of the trash truck outside slamming around my neighbors trash cans and running outside in my boxers and a t-shirt hoping that it wasn’t too late.
Then I got married. Trash Night was on Wednesday or Thursday morning if you will. Kristin and I had a long gravel driveway so I never heard the Garbage truck but frequently woke up and leaving the driveway would notice that I had yet again forgotten to bring the can forward. Our second house, same thing. Long drive way, always forgetting. Third, we moved back to Thursdays, had a shorter driveway, but I still forgot more often than not.
Our fifth house was an apartment where the trash truck would come every morning to the end of the walkway and pick up the couple bags of trash that you had from the day before. Again, if you didn’t put it out the night before, chances are you’d miss it. Or at least I would.
So here we are at house number six, and while you think this post is clearly about me forgetting to bring the garbage can forward it’s not. While I still forget almost every week, it’s not about that. What I’m wondering is simply this. Does anyone have a trash night at the beginning of the week? I’ve never had one earlier than Wednesday and it’s kind of driving me nuts tonight. I mean, if everyone’s ‘Trash Night’ is later in the week, what are these guys doing at the beginning of the week. Surely there’s someone out there with a Monday Trash Night right? How about a Tuesday? Anoyone?
Let’s take a little ‘…in case you were wondering’ poll here. What night is your Trash Night?
Ready? Go.
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