dear garbage man,
thank you. thank you so much. really.
i’m not even being sarcastic!
so this morning when i got home from my 6am p.e. class that i didn’t want to take (mom and mar signed all of us up) i realize that we forgot to take the garbage out last night.
and the garbage truck has already passed our house.
but is just down the street.
1st thought: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
2nd thought; maybe i can get mary to take care of it
3rd thought: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
4th thought: mary isn’t going to do shit
5th thought; FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
6th thought: we’re gonna have to team effort this bull shit
so mary and i leap out of the car (literally, LEAP, like gazelles)
and run and get our big blue trash can, we each take one handle, and run down the driveway.
so we’re chasing the garbage truck down and i’m thinking: damn, i hate exercise
then i think: if i weren’t so lazy i could be a total badass
then i think; i’d also have to wake up before 10am
then i think; probably, i couldn’t handle that.
anyway. we chase down the garbage truck.
and GO AROUND THE FRONT OF IT
(mary’s idea, NOT mine)
and stop on a corner and look at the garbage man.
who is driving and smoking and gives us this look like “what’s up? you girls are ridiculous”
he was a total badass.
and he took our trash.
sometimes.
i win at life at 7a.m.
so thank you mr. garbage man for the early morning run
love,
rach
