I did the opposite: Trash out, no pick up. Dang.
Well, if you do set out, and they dont pick up, dont they pick up the next day? Thus the winning strategy would be to set out.
If your city has a municipal website, the waste management schedule should be posted there somewhere.
sigh and now I have somehow rubbed the skin raw on the back of my knee [the crook of the elbow part, whatever the fuck it is called] with a new pair of pants. I thought they were not too rough, but I was wrong. I may have to start wearing ultra soft microfiber tights under clothing unless I can find stuff that is soft enough.
You know what I hate? When online videos automatically start playing at the highest volume. You know what else I hate? Autoplay videos. And autoplay videos that start playing at the highest volume can go do themselves.
Also, I’m tired of various people hating specific generations. Guess what? Every generation has bad things about it. But every generation also has good things. So just stop the hate, it’s getting old.
We don’t leave garbage out overnight so that coyotes and javelinas don’t get into it. So, your “winning” strategy is actually stupid strategy. But then again, that’s nothing new coming from you. :rolleyes:
Yeah, I should have looked. Waste Management picks up our trash and their site does say today is a normal pickup day.
never mind; ninja’d by the fact that there were two pages to this thread.
When the local police force literally calls to tell you to stay off the road, stay off the road. We had an ice storm the other day. I went out to our local street to pick up one of our garbage cans that had been pushed there by high winds for thirty seconds. Some idiot nearly hit me with his car and then yelled at ME. Fucking idiot. When police call you and tell you to keep your car off the road. KEEP YOUR CAR OFF THE ROAD, MORONS. Don’t go to mass. Don’t go food shopping. Don’t fucking leave the house unless you’re dying. They had dozens of accidents that day because people just don’t listen.
I pit the one douchebag in the restaurant who still insists on applauding and cheering when a worker drops a tray of dishes.
If you’ve got lightening fast reflexes and a good throwing arm, you can hit the cheering dude with the lemon wedge out of your ice water and not get caught. I’ve heard.
Dude maybe. This time it was a female, not so gentlemanly to do so.
She’s no lady; why should you be “gentlemanly”? I actually think that’s a little sexist. If what a person is doing rates being hit with citrus projectiles, their gender shouldn’t matter.
Nor their age. I’m looking at you, crying baby!
I’m so sorry, Missy. We have to lose our dog soon also, and we’re already shattered. It’s like going around under a big black cloud. Last night we were sitting at home doing nothing in particular, I glanced at my husband and he was quietly crying. Dog wasn’t even in the room.
I hope your Shepherd went quickly and easily.
Every generation seems to enjoy bad-mouthing other generations, both in the “kids these days, with their impolite manners and weird clothes/music/slang!” and the “man, I can’t wait till those old farts die off and take their antiquated values with them!” ways.
Citrus projectiles should be aimed at the parent(s) ignoring the crying baby. Those striking the baby just tend to make it louder…
Dr. Bob Sears, a quack who’s gone to the dogs.
From his Facebook page:
Note the part where he fails to mention the best way to prevent this fucking disease is by getting vaccinated. He followed it up with a stupid whiny temper tantrum today.
Again from his Facebook page:
He literally told me personally that he was just too busy to correct the enormous misconceptions in his posts. But he has the time to write this petulant nonsense.
What were those?
GRR. Can someone please tell me why providers have up to a YEAR to file claims with insurance?? I was in intensive outpatient therapy last year and was really really worried about paying the bills because my husband changed jobs in the middle of my treatment and we lost our insurance while I was still attending group sessions three times a week. I made sure that I filled out the paperwork for financial assistance at the hospital and never heard another word. I called twice in the following months and it was still “in-process.” NOW I start getting EOBs from the insurance company because they are finally processing the claim. WTF?