Garbage pick up today! Yippee! My husband was able to get rid of a second load of broken up particle board. He said the trash can weighed a ton; nearly knocked him over as he was wheeling it to the street. (I don't doubt it. With the steep grade of our driveway, gravity really kicks in when that puppy is full!) I wonder what the Waste Management guys were thinking!
Which leads me to think -- when we lived in NY, we gave holiday gifts to the sanitation guys. They picked up the trash three days a week there, so you actually got to know them. We'd wave, have some idle chat, etc. Here, they only come once a week. I couldn't tell you what one of them looked like if my life depended on it!
It was very different in suburban NY. In many ways, it was small-townish. Our mailman gave us baby cards when our children were born. We knew the butcher by first name and he knew us, as did the girl who worked at the Italian bakery, and the guys who worked at the fish market. The day before we moved, the pharmacist gave both children going away presents, along with a hand written list of what medications they could and could not take. In contrast, I stopped going to one pharmacy here after about six years of hearing them say "have you ever filled a prescription with us before?"
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