As many of you already know I’m a rather new homeowner. I’ve got quite the bachelor pad complete with a small bar, a bar fridge, my recliner, absolutely nothing hanging on the walls, and no plants. It is the true definition of a guy’s place.
When one lives alone it really does take a long time to fill up those garbage containers provided by the city. However, the time had arrived in early December when I had to finally put the garbage bin out. Collection in my neighbourhood happens on Wednesday normally and looking around the night before I noticed none of my neighbours had their bins out on the curb, so I just assumed their bins weren’t full. When I got home Wednesday night I realized my garbage bin was still full. The truck did not come. This happened two weeks later and again right after New Year’s Day. By now I have a substantial amount of garbage built up.
I started to wonder if the garbage truck operator disliked my place, so I was about to phone city hall and tell them what I thought of their “garbage collection” process. Before I did I thought I better have my i’s dotted and t’s crossed so I didn’t look like a total fool. Glad I did! Turns out I have rear lane collection, which explains why my containers were placed in the back yard when I moved in. A quick look down the alleyway showed all the other containers from the neighbours. The only sound on that cool crisp afternoon was the sound of my face hitting my palm. So instead of sounding like a fool at city hall, I’ll just do it on this page! Anyway, I’m looking forward to an empty garbage bucket next Wednesday.