Friday, June 30, 2006

Trash truck!

Friday morning is trash day in our neighborhood. This is probably Sarah's favorite day of the week. The roar of the trucks approaching from down the street starts her screaming, "Trash truck! Trash truck!" Then, she runs to the front door and insists on being taken outside to watch the garbage collection.

This all usually happens long before I've dressed and showered, so the trash men not only get to haul away our rank refuse. They also get a glimpse of a mom in her pajamas with bed head as an accessory. I've heard it said that they are well compensated, but seriously, they probably get to see their own wives in this state. Do you really think they're paid enough to be greeted by complete strangers who've just rolled out of bed? I doubt it. Dealing with the contents of Sarah's diaper pail must be traumatic enough. But, I must hand it to them. They are very professional. They haven't laughed at me yet, and sometimes, they even honk their horn for Sarah. I think they deserve a raise.


At 12:08 PM, Blogger Valarie said...

We did that same thing this morning. This happens to be an other week (as in, every other week the recycle truck comes too), so we got to do it twice.

At 5:28 PM, Blogger Courtney said...

Hilarious! When my sister was Sarah's age, she used to say that she wanted to grow up to be a trashman so that she could ride on the back of the truck with them.

At 6:00 PM, Anonymous grandpaw said...

Gosh, we take our trash out to the next street so that the heavy trash trucks don't "trash" our road. After all, we don't have the noise that Sarah enjoys of the coming truck, nor the odiferious eminations of other's trash, nor the mess on the street that is left by the "incompetent" garbage professionals. Why do the "refuse professionals" make such large monthly sums of annual salaries? It must be that they enjoy the diaper eminations. Oh well, it must be how the pickle squirts!!


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