Written by After a kitchen remodel, I had an old (ancient!) dishwasher to get rid of, along with some other crap (not ‘good’ crap, ‘bad’ crap) including a couple of broken patio tables, a patio heater, about 12 feet of duct work, and miscellaneous (bad) crap.
This was all stuff the regular trash pickup won’t accept. So, I call the city to make an appointment for what they call ‘bulky item pickup’. I’m told to have the crap out by the street no later than 7:00 A.M. the day of the appointment.
Being the clever lad I am (read: to damned lazy to get up at 5:30 to move the crap to the curb), I put it out at about 8:30 the night before. I showered, got all sparkly and shiny clean, and went out for an evening of no-no beverages and delightful dining with some other homa seckshuls.
I arrive back at Hell’s Half Acre at about 11:00 that night. EVERYTHING, except one broken patio table, is GONE!
Maybe that crap wasn’t so bad after all! Right now, somewhere in the K.C. area, some guy is thinking to himself, ‘What am I gonna do with this crap? Oh well, it was free.’
