Our garbage has been piling up. The garbage guy didn’t show up last week, but they were resurfacing the road in front of our house so I figured he couldn’t get up the road. I put the garbage back out last night and low n’ behold, he didn’t pick it up again this morning. Its still out by the curb. I guess I kept thinking he might just show up late, but he hasn’t.
When my Beloved Curmudgeon got home from work I complained to him that this is two weeks in a row that the garbage hasn’t been picked up and, quite frankly, I was irritated. Its piling up. I went on complaining about it. For a week or two prior to that they showed up late in the afternoon rather than before dawn like they usually do. I thought maybe they were changing their route or something and having to work out the kinks in it. But this is getting ridiculous. We don’t live where we have city pick-up.
When I complained to Beloved Curmudgeon he commented that our neighbors had their garbage out by the road too. He said, ‘I guess the garbage guy’s sons aren’t taking care of business after all.’
‘His sons? What do you mean his sons?’, I asked, not having a clue what his sons had to do with our garbage piling up.
My Beloved Curmudgeon seemed to suddenly understand that I didn’t understand so he explained, ‘He’s the guy that was shot down over on **** road a few weeks ago.’ He assumed I knew about the shooting. He saw the stunned look on my face and apparently assumed I was searching my mind to figure out which shooting, as though we have shootings around here all the time.
‘His sons said they’d carry on his business and service wouldn’t be interrupted.’ He went on, ‘I just don’t get a guy hearing gunfire and walking out towards it without having his own gun on him.’
‘Oh my!’ I exclaimed. ‘He’s such a nice guy!’
‘Nice guy or not, I don’t understand him going out of his house when he heard the gun popping.’ Beloved Curmudgeon told me a guy had ‘gone nuts’ and had been walking around the neighborhood shooting into houses. Our garbage guy had walked out to confront the guy and was shot seven times in the chest with an AK47. A woman was also shot and had been transfered to a large hospital in a nearby city.
‘Did it kill him?’ I stupidly asked.
He looked at me as though I surely had brain rot. ‘Getting shot seven times in the chest with an AK47 doesn’t do you any good’, He replied. Then, ‘This happened a month ago, haven’t you heard about it?’
‘No!’ I said. ‘That’s just horrible!’ I repeated that he’s a nice guy.
Beloved Curmudgeon then said, ‘You know, you can find out a lot of information if you actually read the newspaper.’ He’s so sarcastic.
Meanwhile, I guess Beloved Curmudgeon will be taking the garbage to the dump cause apparently the garbage guy’s sons AREN’T taking care of the business. It makes you realize how important every job people do is for society to function.
I wonder why he walked out into the gunfire without a weapon. I hate it. He was really a nice guy!