Thursday is garbage day. Cool, we have that settled.
We had a blizzard and got a foot of snow so no garbage pickup. Reasonable. Can't complain.
Friday we were still snowed in, county didn't plow the road until Friday afternoon. So, everyone on the street figured garbage pickup would be next Thursday, back on regular schedule, so nobody put out their garbage.
Well, it's Saturday ... sitting here eating breakfast and looking out the window ... here comes the garbage truck doing 50MPH down our 25MPH street, he gets to my driveway , turns around, goes halfway back up the street, a guy hops out of the passenger side of the truck, does a little 'dance' (Yes, he danced), in the middle of the street, jumps on the back of the garbage truck, and waves down the empty street as they speed away.
Ok ... if you're going to pay your idiot's to go pick up garbage ... time and a half on a Saturday ... maybe you should let your freaking customers know you are coming so they can put their damn garbage out? Y? N? M?
Honestly ... the moron stood in the middle of the street dancing and then waved goodbye.
And I'm the one that's unemployable.
Ok. I'm done now.