Let me give you a glimpse of every Wednesday morning at 7 A.M. in the Vann household. A peaceful slumber, birds gently chirping outside the window, a gentle breeze blowing thru the window, and the trash truck with it's crushing motor humming it's sweet song.
So I jump up faster then that guy in "Twas the night before Christmas" , Aimee startled by my hurried action jumps up too, "Whats the matter?".
"It's the trash" I say adrenaline coursing thru my body.
So I run down half dressed in my underwear and a robe, half asleep, and hustle to get the trash cans out, remember I can't put it out the night before because of bears. I just open the garage when the truck pulls in front of my home and a surly, dirty trash man gives me a look as I stumble and get the first can to him. I'm so sleepy I can hardly get out a "hows it going" before I have to hustle back to the garage for the second can.
Meanwhile the dogs have been scavenging in the cans that were put out the night before and knocked over by bears, these majestic animals are now hovering around the rear of the truck waiting for some debris to be spilled. Before I know it the garbage man has moved on down the line, leaving me standing in a mystified stupor. He goes on to the next poor guy who has to be rushed out of the bed to get the garbage man the goods before he passes his house.
So thank you trash man. Thank you for bending us to your schedule, thank you for being
inflexible on your schedule even if my neighborhood is now a bear magnet because everyone puts out their trash the night before so they don't have to due the same A.M. shuffle I have too. Thank you trash man for everything you do.
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