I hate picking up garbage that has spilled over. It is D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G!
Yet, that is what I ended up doing last week. My neighbour and I were both chatting outside when the garbage truck drove up. It hauled up our neighbour's trash can, with those LONG hydraulic arms. Unfortunately, because the bin was too heavy, some of the trash spilled into the street. The garbage truck kept on going, of course!
I looked at Eddie and said, "I am NOT picking that up!" I could see a white, torn trash bag on the ground, along with a lot of other smaller items. I could just imagine the contents of that bag. However, dear, sweet, kind and generous Eddie says, "We CAN'T leave it all there." She was right, OF COURSE. It was Jim's garbage, but he was gone to work. It was early in the morning. The trash couldn't be in the street all day now, could it? OF COURSE NOT!
With a big sigh I replied, "You're right!" Dammit! "Do you have a dustpan? I will go get my old broom." Eddie comes out with a HUMONGOUS RAKE. By this time, my sister-in-law (my belle-belle soeur) has arrived. I still am shaking my head, thinking, "Gees, I can't believe I am doing this. We need proof to show Jim, so he won't think we are making this up, AND ALSO, so he doesn't load up his trash bin so much next time." We need a picture!
Well, what HAD spilled all over the road were NAILS, all kinds of nails, BIG ones, LITTLE ones, LONG ones, SHORT ones. We raked them and swept them up, but we ended up walking up and down the street, picking up the ones that had flown far and wide. Quite the job!!!! Thank goodness we did it though. Can you just IMAGINE all the flat tires there would have been, had we NOT picked up every single one of those nails? Jim was replacing the siding on his house, and had inadvertently put too much rubbish into his bin. The nail bag had BURST open on impact with the pavement.
What can I say? It was the neighbourly thing to do. Do unto others....
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