It's A Good Day To Be A Garbage Man...

My husband told me that there would not be trash pick-up today since it is Memorial Day. I believed him and we did not put the smelly trash bin out on the curb.

This morning I was folding towels. My most hated chore is to wash towels. I can always think of ten different clothing items that need to be washed before the towels and before I know it the linen closet is empty and I am drying myself off with a Chicken Little Beach towel. It is then and only then that I will toss a load of towels in the wash. If I were still using the Sponge Bob Beach towel I would not even think of doing a load of towels for at least 3 more days.

Anyway, seeing as I have been drying my butt off on Chicken Little's face, I decided to do a load of towels and was in the process of stuffing them in the linen closet when I heard a truck. I stopped dead in my tracks and listened. Was it a moving truck? No. Was it the UPS man? No. It couldn't be the garbage man could it?

I ran to the window to see the Garbage truck barrelling down our road! OH NO!

I took the stairs two at a time and leaped out the front door. I saw my teenage neighbor mowing his lawn and yelled "COLIN! GRAB MY CAN!!!" He looked at me as if I had said "COLIN! MEKA LEKA HI MEKA HINEY HO!" He had no idea what I was screaming at him. He quickly figured it out when he saw me pulling the 1000 lb. trash bin from the side of our house. Colin dragged my can to the curb (hahaha... dragged my can to the curb-that reminds me of college), and I lugged all of the trash bags that were piled up by the house attracting flies, raccoons, dogs, cats and the occasional chipmunk.

As I handed the last of our trash bags to our shirtless garbage man, he looked at me, glanced down at my bra-less chest and said "Thanks Sweetie."

I looked around to see my neighbor Stacey had run out in her braless pj's to take her trash out and my neighbor Michelle was running out with her bra-less pj's to give the garbage men Girl Scout cookies. She gives them Girl Scout cookies every year to say thanks for their service.

I just run out bra-less and in my pj's. I think that is a gift in and of itself.