The knock on the door came too early for me, what with it coming at all. Outside was the garbage truck. One of the guys was at the door.
“Are you aware of what trash and recyclables are supposed to go out today?”
We had set out just the trash, saving the recycling in our gigantic and monstrous bin, which was in the back of the driveway, towering over the old recycling bins. Down the block, some neighbors had set out the trash and the old recycling bins. One had set out the trash and the new recycling bin. One had set out just the new recycling bin. One set out the new recycling bin and the old one. One set out a couple of plastic bags. One was curled up beside the new recycling schedule, sucking his thumb and weeping. One had put up a sign that she had fled to Dallas.
“I … thought the schedule said regular trash today and both trash and recycling next week?”
He nodded gruffly, turned back to the truck, and said, “I told you so, Dan!” So I guess there’s been some confusion about the new scheme.
And the new recycling bin chuckled, while the old ones cowered and squirmed over toward the squirrel feeder.