o joy.

there’s nothing like being jerked out of a dead sleep by the sound of the TRASH TRUCK rumbling around the corner and realizing that you forgot to put the damn trash out.

there’s nothing like tripping into some pants and shoes, hearing the first truck roll by the front of your house, and hoping to GAWD that it was just the recycling truck. or the green waste truck.
because teenagers and their friends make for a LOT of trash.

there’s nothing like frantically trying to open your electric garage door, pants half on, and realizing SOMEONE has unplugged the garage door to plug in their bass amp.
and you’re too short to reach the plug.

..:: sigh ::..

and if that wasn’t enough, today is the last day of my vacation and i have to work all weekend.
shazbat.

oh. and it was ALREADY wicked hot. just like texas.

Comments

  1. Donnie said August 8, 2003, 11:07 pm:

    Once I had to run uphill 2 blocks to catch up with a trash truck…while pushing a trash can, lucky it had wheels…..I thought I was going to die.

  2. ratface said August 8, 2003, 11:35 pm:

    serves you right.
    :P

  3. dix (the goddess of trash anxiety) said August 9, 2003, 8:12 pm:

    ugh. i have trash truck issues anyway. (you don’t want to know.)