This morning a nice, short, gray-haired man backed his large truck past our dining room bump-out that makes the driveway very narrow. Did I mention that there is an enormous tree on the other side?
Then he raised the bed which consisted primarily of two rails. He got out of the cab and walked over to look into the dumpster with a quizzical look on his face. When I asked if something was wrong, he replied, "I was told that it was a roofing job." Nope, how about a kitchen, a half bath, and a full bath?
He said, "There isn't any household garbage in there, is there?"
"Absolutely not. John told us about the 20 tires."
"Yep, they get picky about what is in there. Tho you could put a body in there and they wouldn't notice."
He gave me a strange look when I said, "We unfortunately didn't have one."
I thought the process of getting the dumpster on the truck bed was cool.
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