City Girl in Country Life Part 1

It’s amazing the things that have started to bother me now that I consider myself a “grown up.” We recently made a big move to the country. I love it. I mean, like, I think about it all day long like I think about lounging around in my pajama pants kinda of love it. The problem is, I haven’t really slowed down to the country lifestyle. And I’m finding myself getting furious over the most ridiculous things…like… trash cans.

Yes, I get mad about trash cans.

Let me explain. About 2 months ago, I call this trash company who apparently does the trash for the parish I now live in. I tell them that the house used to have trash cans and now they are gone and I need some. So, they tell me they will drop one off that next Tuesday.

No trash can.

I call them every week… on the way to work, while I’m in the hospital, in Wally World, etc. And every week they don’t have wheels or axles or lids or something ridiculous.

A friend in another part of the parish was having the same problem, so this made me feel better for not having a trash can in the country where there are critters and varmints and other stuff I don’t want near my house.

Whatever. So I call them again. “I’ve noticed almost every house on the street has 2 trash cans. Are we going to get 2?”

“Oh, no, see, we changed trash can styles so everyone that has 2 paid for the other one.”

Oh and that friend…has a trash can. And they haven’t been calling NEARLY as long as I have.

Today is trash day. Of course, I forgot to call yesterday to remind them (for the 6th time) that I need a stupid trash can.

And do you REALLY expect me to believe that the free trash service you offer collected money from EVERYONE in the neighborhood so their trash cans didn’t get repossessed?!?

At this point, I’ll take a repossessed trash can.