A quiet moment on my deck. It's a cool morning, refreshing... In a few minutes I'll start my morning meditations. Then I hear it...that grating noise, the stop/the go...quickly it gets closer....
Ohhh my gawd...it's trash day!!!
The rumble is getting closer and I'm still in my jammies. No way can I be seen in my jammies, so I run and grab my bulky, coffee stained, red fluffy robe. Better throw on my Birkenstocks, the little rocks on my driveway could kill me. Hustle...it's right up the street now... OK, I have time to grab that last bag of trash, the one with last night onion peels, that's still in the kitchen. OK, maybe I don't have time...run!!! Down the steps, to the garage. I hear the truck, maybe two or three houses away, I hit the garage door opener. The onion smell is all around me now. I'm glad I took the time to grab it. The door slowly, very slowly, comes awake...the dash continues. I drive the bin to the end of the drive and I actually see the face of the driver. Is that a smirk on his face? or just a look of fear???
I made it! I won the Wednesday Dash!
We've all seen those pictures of the "Walmart people" and laughed, felt compassion, whatever... Now I'm just sayin... if they ever come up with "Trash Day people", you'll all see me.