The Garbage Man Hates Me… And other tales of a small town.

Perhaps its because I almost always forget to tip the garbage guys during the holidays or maybe is because once I hid in a trash can and scared the begesies out of them (ok I just made up that last part) but for some reason for the first time in 10 years the garbage man started coming at the crack of dawn… BEFORE I CAN GET THE TRASH OUT THERE.

This little shift in my routine is proving to be a problem as, I don’t set out the trash the night before as a wayward raccoon may help themselves and buying a study trash can seems out of the questions as that would be money I could spend on any number of fun things. For now I will have to start getting up EARLY on trash days or brining my trash to work and tossing in the dumpster. What a drag.