Writer's Workshop, Trashin' the Trash Man

Nothing like getting all fired up over trash at 7:30 in the morning...


We’ve had the worst luck with our trash cans. We’ve chased them up the street on windy days. The wheels have been torn off, the lids have gone missing, and somewhere along the way, we went from 2 cans to 1, and it is barely hanging on. With its bottom about to fall off, we realized we would need to give in and buy a new one. Let’s face it, trash cans are a necessary item, but not anything that’s fun to go shopping for…but, last night we set out on our search for a new one.

3 stops and $25 later, we found the right one, and just in time for trash day.

This morning, it’s GONE!



They took the wrong trash can!! What the?!

Are the trash guys out to get us?! What did we do to them?!

They just left, so I know they’re still in the neighborhood. I jump in the car and set out on my search to find them.

Meanwhile, I call hubby, he needs to wake up to hear my frustration. “They took the wrong damn trash can!”

“Wha?” he mumbles.

“The new trash can, the idiots took the NEW TRASH CAN!”

I come to a stop right behind the trash truck, and roll my window down ready to give them a piece of my mind.

“No, they didn’t. I didn’t put it out.”

“Oops!” I smile and drive on by. “Sorry, honey, go back to sleep.”


And, just when I thought I didn’t have anything for Mama Kat’s prompt: Write about the last time you put your foot in your mouth.

Lesson learned! Make sure you've gathered all your trash before you trash the trash man.

♪ Don't come around here no more. STOP! Whatever you're looking for♪
(Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers)