We live in a municipality where homeowners must contract for their own garbage pick-up. On my walks to and from the school bus stop on Mondays, I’ve counted five different carriers that serve just our cul de sac.
That means on any given Monday, here’s the traffic I can expect to swing around the cul de sac right outside my office window:
- Five (5) trucks picking up the trash
- Five (5) trucks picking up yard waste
- One (1) truck picking up recycling (the city contracts for that)
- One (1) truck picking up the neighbor’s organics recycling
That’s twelve trucks every Monday that pull up to the end of our cul de sac, and because they can’t quite make it around, execute a three-point turn with a loud, beeping racket so they can head back up the street.
Blissful, it is not.
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