Ever since we moved to the commune condo complex
seven years ago, My Guy has had his own war with our past trash company.
Theoretically, they came every Tuesday morning. In reality, they usually meandered through mid-afternoon. Nevertheless, just in case they whimsically decided to arrive in the morning, he would have the trash on the curb by 9:30 or 10:00 a.m.
And no, we’re not supposed to put trash out the night before.
This week we have a new waste
management company, who notified residents that Friday was now pick-up day and all trash must be out by 8:00
a.m. This was a major body blow to My Guy, a late sleeper for whom dragging the
bags out at 9:30 had verged on heroic.
Sure enough, there they were this morning, in front of our house, bright and early.
When he got up, I
informed him that yes, indeed, they had kept their threat promise and were
there at 8:15.
And he told me that before he went to bed last night (long after me at his
usual midnight-ish) he’d deposited our bins at the end of the driveway.
Not only that, but when he was out
there in the dark he realized that our sweet neighbor Carol had already beaten
him to it with her trash - and we
suspect she’s quietly been doing this all along.
We do put out our bins the night before - and thankfully there is no law/regulations against it. They usually do the pick up around nine but have from time to time whizzed through just after seven (catching a lot of people out).
ReplyDeleteMy guy goes to bed at about the same time as yours. I have been asleep for ages by that time, too. I wonder if night owls and early birds are naturally drawn to one another.
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