Our recent trash pick-up problems reminds of an incident that happened a few years ago when my kids & I were living on the north side of Fayetteville in a subdivision. The driver of the recycling truck was a real idiot. We never knew when he would show up, but we couldn't put the bin out the night before because the neighborhood dogs would scatter it everywhere. And if it wasn't in the bin, the driver wouldn't stop.
Early one morning, about 6:30 am, I was out walking our dog, and my son was getting ready for work. Here comes the recycling truck. No one has their bins out yet, because he's never been that early. My son says "Look at that jack-ass, he's laughing." All down my street, people are running out in their pajamas with their recycling bins, and he's driving past all of them, laughing. My son is getting angry because the driver is such a jerk. I remark that I don't know why he's laughing, it just means he'll have twice as much to pick up the next week.
Sure enough, the next week he's out there pissing & moaning loudly because there's so much stuff it takes him twice as long to run his route. I laughed. I love to see karma in action.
Posted by Rita at January 3, 2003 10:54 AM