The Perils of Big Garbage Day

Tom has been very pushy, if you ask me, about chucking shit that's in the basement. Last week, every time I turned around for days on end, there was some important item I didn't even remember having on it's way to the curb. My office overlooks the driveway so I was right on top of the goings on.

Tom kept talking about the importance of getting your junk out early because this gives everybody cruising slowly around the neighborhood in pick-up trucks ample time to pick it over. These pick-up truck people for sure had marked their calendars with a red X for Big Garbage Day. They headed out with high hopes and bungie cords.

Tom and I had a few wins. Someone took a gigantic decorative urn. They also took a very heavy folding wall screen. 

Then somebody else came by and left a brand new bedspread. It was still in its original plastic wrapping. Whoever it was just set it right down next to our driveway. 

WTF.

We're trying to get rid of stuff not get more stuff. Also this bedspread could not have been more atrocious. If any of the neighbors saw it, hashtag embarrassing.

Maybe mid-week Tom started agitating to get rid of some shelves. I said, look, if you want to get rid of shelves, don't get rid of those shelves. Move those shelves over here and then get rid of the little white bookcase instead. 

Tom agreed this would be an excellent plan because the other shelves were in fact much more functional than the little white bookcase.

Anyway, later on as we were backing down the driveway, I saw the little white bookcase standing there on the street.

And I suddenly remembered that maybe fifteen years ago, on Big Garbage Day, we had gone across the cul de sac under the cover of darkness and picked up the little white bookcase from the neighbors' garbage pile and carried it home.

Ooops.

hashtag double embarrassing. Hopefully they've been on vacation this week.