Trash disposal in a small town is challenging and confusing. Back in my big city days, trash disposal was easy. We put bags, mattresses, boards, toys, lawn furniture, etc., out by the curb and poof, magically, it would disappear. Usually, people in trucks would pull up early on trash days and take what they wanted ahead of the trash collection men. It was a well oiled system.
Well, in this small town, apparently, no one wants another's trash.
For example, we had an extra full-sized mattress to shed and about, seriously, 200+ boxes. We put the boxes on Craig's List and only one young couple came to take some. So, we put a few out by the curb. Then we took the mattress to the Catholic church. Upon returning to our home, the boxes were still there minus about three boxes.
So yesterday was recycling day. Instead of making the same mistake, I patiently waited for the recycling guys. When I heard the varooom of their truck, I raced outside calling, "Sirs, wait. I need to talk to you." They looked at each other as if thinking, "Oh crap, this ain't going to be good."
They told me they would take the boxes if we broke them down in 2x2 sizes. Then they said, "the trash guys are supposed to take those. You just have lazy trash guys." Man, what a slam and the trash guys weren't even around to defend themselves.
Tomorrow a cardboard recycling company is suppose to come and take these dang boxes. I've also unloaded several on neighbors who are moving soon. But what a chore.
Wondering if I should tell the trash guys that the recycling guys dissed them?
The Wondering Texan
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