The past few days I have been driving around in the Big Red Truck with lots of stuff in the truck bed. I feel like a character out of the Beverly Hillbillies. All I need is Granny sitting back there in her rocker. I cleaned out the other house for the new renters to move in. The yucky old tenents left lots of CRAP in the house and I was at the eleventh hour to get the stuff out, so I threw it in the back of the truck. Didn't know what else to do with it. Much of the CRAP was too big to put into the regular trash.
I just didn't know what to do with the CRAP.
I started Lusting. Lusting for a dumpster. Everywhere I went I looked for businesses with dumpsters. Where the dumpsters were slightly hidden, with no cameras, to do a covert dump in the middle of the night.
Lordy, the last thing I need to do is get arrested for illegal dumping, stealing someone's dumpster space.
My painter guy, Bo said that I could use his dumpster. My god, he is my hero. His wife Pam is my nail fixer upper and put me onto him. I can't thank them enough.
2 comments:
Apartment buldings are good places for that kind of thing. So I've heard. :)
I'm with Kim. Although, it would be funny after all you've been through to get busted getting rid of your trash.
"But, Officer, you see, my husband moved to Germany..."
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