What a waste of a good fight. BAH!!! While I was napping early this evening, my BIL and nephew stopped with a trailer and got all the yard waste. My best buddy J stopped over Monday with bailing twine, and I sent him home! He thought it was funny and laughing. "I know you Huck, you actually are enjoying this." Well, I do like a good fight, and it's been ages... had my camera all set to go with the wireless bulb and everything for tomorrow.
I think my BIL and nephew need to go back to the compost site and bring it all back. Yeah! That's the ticket! Shucks, now to make sure they come to the house for the rest of the trash. Always someone spoiling my fun. And having the Madame on my side was euphoric.
BAH, and BAH! I say.
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That my friend, Is a wonderful story. Not only did you get rid of the debris, but your BIL and nephew saved you from a rant with the idiot from the city. I think they did this because they know just how you are. YOU would probably do the same thing, given the chance.
Aw, I was looking forward to the showdown.
Huck, I volunteer to drive around the city and pick up some brush and sticks, then I'll deliver them to your house and make sure they are neatly arranged in small piles, but NOT tied.
LOL. Toad I got to (not) rant. At 12:30 I saw the garbage truck flash past my house. Never even slowed down. They are quick, but I was quick enough. I chased them down the block, (down hill thank goodness) and asked if they had received word they were supposed to start picking up the trash at-the-house. Nope, never got told anything. I explained the form was filled out and submitted Monday, but city hall probably doesn't move that fast.
I had done a morning work out and was stinky, but did put on a clean shirt, then drove down to City Hall. Gal came out and I asked if her boss was in. No. Asked if he was on vacation because he never followed up with an email. No. Just then a roundish man walked in and walked past her. I asked if that was him and got the defend-the-boss go-between run around. Ah me oh my. I actually smiled. Predators smile don't they?
I had on my Huck Finn shirt with the wheelchair logo and explained my alter ego. No, not HF the filthy mouthed blogger, another guy that spent over five years as a "Consumer Advocate/Adviser" on a Government mandated Disabilities Council in Mad City. Ohhh.... uhh...
So, things seemed to be settled. I was offered to have the garbage truck come by this afternoon for a special pickup, but explained that everything was done already. I was promised they'd stay in touch to make sure next week goes by without a hitch. Didn't get/need to rant, or even raise my BP. Things went well. "Is your Boss's Boss in?" sometimes gets results, or it was just my handsome face and charming disposition.
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