Alright, today, lets say, was an experience. Let me run down my list of things I needed to do today...
- Go to parent's house to help my dad.
- Make and drink a cup of coffee.
- Recruit my unwilling brother for physical labor.
- Use brother and his much needed truck to haul scraps of wood and drywall (which the great city of Royal Oak refuses to pick up on trash day) to a disposal place.
- Wait around at new house for gas company and city of Royal Oak to do work on my house.
- Clean up and fix random crap around new house.
After loading many tetanus-inducing, water-damaged, mildewey boards with rusty nails in them into my brother's truck, we drove a few miles, like a modern-day Sanford and Son, to the disposal center. Mind you, all we were told beforehand is that our truck was to be weighed in and weighed out after we unloaded.Like a car crash, causing you to rubberneck back in disgust and in awe, I can admit as of today, that I have officially seen a garbage truck puking back up all the nasty stuff it ingests each day. As we unloaded our tiny Dodge Dakota of the measly remains of my former water-logged basement, garbage truck after garbage truck pulls up next to us, unloading thier vile baggage from a day of refuse collection. Soon, after two or three trucks, mountains of stinking trash sit before us, waiting to be offered to the garbage gods, soon to be filling majestic and senic venues like Freedom Hill. It was almost like some deranged Willy Wonka's factory, except instead of candy, there were just candy wrappers and dirty diapers. I half expected some rats to jump out of the piles of trash and sing an Oompa-Loompa song about recycling.
After two trips to the dump and $66 in "dumping fees" later, we left this strange garbage factory, and returned to normal land, where hopefully if I put my garbage out to my curb on Sunday night, it disappears magically by Monday morning. Thank you garbage Oompa-Loompas.
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