i take out the trash on wednesdays
every wednesday night at about 9pm i’m hauling garbage and recycling to the curb. not so much garbage lately though because we compost just about everything – meat, old bananas, old chemicals found under the sink, the roommates shoes when she’s not looking, everything. there ain’t nothing that compost won’t eat. we’ve got worms the size of my arm to feed in there now.
if i’m lucky i’ll be taking out the recycling at the same time eliot comes around searching for cans. eliot is my favorite can hunter. he’s very nice and always wants to tell me something. like where he used to work (harvard), how he can’t afford his truck payments anymore (toyota tacoma) or who is going to be the next president (W). about six months ago it was a def kerry, now he’s a def bush. i keep telling him there’s hope but he’ll have nothing of it. the conversation is usually no more than 2 minutes, because he can’t afford to stop and talk while new buckets of cans are being brought to the curb, there’s an incredible amount of competition. i almost feel like i should offer him a deal or something to guarantee getting our bottles every week (which is ample because my roommate is an alcoholic). i feel i should tell him where we keep our bin outside, and he can come get the bin and put it on the curb every week for us, and in return he’d be guaranteed the bottles. this way he’d get them every week instead of every 3rd or 4th week or whatever. i don’t know, i’m torn. i want him to have the bottles, but i also would miss talking to him now and then, even if it is for only 3 or 4 minutes a month.
if i’m lucky i’ll be taking out the recycling at the same time eliot comes around searching for cans. eliot is my favorite can hunter. he’s very nice and always wants to tell me something. like where he used to work (harvard), how he can’t afford his truck payments anymore (toyota tacoma) or who is going to be the next president (W). about six months ago it was a def kerry, now he’s a def bush. i keep telling him there’s hope but he’ll have nothing of it. the conversation is usually no more than 2 minutes, because he can’t afford to stop and talk while new buckets of cans are being brought to the curb, there’s an incredible amount of competition. i almost feel like i should offer him a deal or something to guarantee getting our bottles every week (which is ample because my roommate is an alcoholic). i feel i should tell him where we keep our bin outside, and he can come get the bin and put it on the curb every week for us, and in return he’d be guaranteed the bottles. this way he’d get them every week instead of every 3rd or 4th week or whatever. i don’t know, i’m torn. i want him to have the bottles, but i also would miss talking to him now and then, even if it is for only 3 or 4 minutes a month.
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