doodledee

I hire a different garbage company than all the other people on our little dead end do. The one I use is significantly cheaper and less convenient than the 'competition' and they give you a free garbage can to use for your 'big' can in out in the garage or whatever. The 'competition', on the other hand, is more expensive, picks up three (3!) times a week, and forces you to provide your own cans. On the up side, I guess they donate all their profits to starving garbage men in Africa or something. Yes, I'm an ass for not using them.

The dude who rides around in the truck for the 'competition' is a really slow walker. Like seriously slow. Like Frankenstein slow. And as someone who has only ever seen garbage men run around like maniacs, seeing one who just sort of lollygags kinda freaks me out. And that's clearly not to say I understand why the other guys insist on sprinting all the time, it's just that that's what they do, and this guy doesn't, ergo the freaking.

Then I was talking to my neighbor the other day and he was telling me that Frankenstein was telling him about how a couple of coyotes are running rampant in the neighborhood. I guess they come out at night and feast on people's garbage and generally cause problems. Frankenstein knows where they live, he knows how many there are, he knows their names, he knows everything.

I don't really believe that there are coyotes in the 'hood, but hearing that Frankenstein knows there are a) makes the story somewhat believable and b) makes Frankenstein even freakier.

I just hope he doesn't use his coyote army against those of us who refuse to hire him.