For my first story, I will share with you a sighting that happened right outside my home earlier today.
Today was trash day, and after the trash man comes by and picks up our trash, I go outside and get the cans so the wind doesn't blow them into the street. (I've seen too many trash cans obliterated by bad drivers--in broad daylight--to let mine become the next victims.) Our trash man is one of the nicest people you'd ever meet, and he's never given me or anyone else a reason to yell at him. Until today, apparently. I'm walking down the driveway, and, all of a sudden, I hear this loud stream of course expletives streaming from across the street. It turns out the neighbor lady has things she's trashing that the trash man won't take. Those things? A 55-gallon drum and some metal rods. The conversation I heard went a little something like this:
Neighbor Lady: NL
Trash man: TM
NL: &#&*$%*#^%*#^(!!!!!
TM: I'm sorry, ma'am. I can't take these.
NL: &#$*#^$*#%$#%@&!!!!!
TM: (getting frustrated) I'm sorry, ma'am! There's nothing I can do!
NL: (swearing even louder and more coarsely)
TM: (screaming) SHUT UP, LADY!
A few minutes passed, and I bet myself $5 that she'd call the trash company and complain that the trash man was rude. Knowing that I'd been in customer service before and how much it meant to have witnesses in situations like these, I went inside and called their customer service line to tell them I'd witnessed the whole incident and the trash man was not at fault. Guess what? She'd already called to complain, but my witnessing the situation caused them to drop the complaint.
I can only wonder how this would have turned out if I had waited to go out and get my trash cans 10 minutes later. Trash man must be a very disposable job.
As for the lady, use some common sense! Don't people know that metal rods would destroy a trash truck's compactor?
Today was trash day, and after the trash man comes by and picks up our trash, I go outside and get the cans so the wind doesn't blow them into the street. (I've seen too many trash cans obliterated by bad drivers--in broad daylight--to let mine become the next victims.) Our trash man is one of the nicest people you'd ever meet, and he's never given me or anyone else a reason to yell at him. Until today, apparently. I'm walking down the driveway, and, all of a sudden, I hear this loud stream of course expletives streaming from across the street. It turns out the neighbor lady has things she's trashing that the trash man won't take. Those things? A 55-gallon drum and some metal rods. The conversation I heard went a little something like this:
Neighbor Lady: NL
Trash man: TM
NL: &#&*$%*#^%*#^(!!!!!
TM: I'm sorry, ma'am. I can't take these.
NL: &#$*#^$*#%$#%@&!!!!!
TM: (getting frustrated) I'm sorry, ma'am! There's nothing I can do!
NL: (swearing even louder and more coarsely)
TM: (screaming) SHUT UP, LADY!
A few minutes passed, and I bet myself $5 that she'd call the trash company and complain that the trash man was rude. Knowing that I'd been in customer service before and how much it meant to have witnesses in situations like these, I went inside and called their customer service line to tell them I'd witnessed the whole incident and the trash man was not at fault. Guess what? She'd already called to complain, but my witnessing the situation caused them to drop the complaint.

I can only wonder how this would have turned out if I had waited to go out and get my trash cans 10 minutes later. Trash man must be a very disposable job.
As for the lady, use some common sense! Don't people know that metal rods would destroy a trash truck's compactor?

He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.



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