Garbage day is good fun.
I’m serious.
For example, passing a building today, there was a pile of about 20 dark bags (garbage), maybe a dozen clear bags (recycle) and an oven.
Any mathematicians want to estimate which of those items will still be curbside on 37th and Lex tonight?
Other than bags and rats, every now and then, there’s a stopper like that.
Who had a giant vacuum-tube tv until last week? Can that thing get cable? Without cable can it get anything? how did that fit in a New York apartment?
Wow – they still make that wood, chrome and glass coffee table?
Is that really an old school avocado-colored dishwasher? If I remember right, those came with a choice of almond or avocado and the panels could be easily swapped out.
Most city garbage trucks are the big, smelly monstrosity with hard-working brave guys hanging off the back, who toss the bags into the back of the truck.
No built-in forklift like you suburbanites and your roll-a-wastes are accustomed to.
So those fascinating bits of 70s memorabilia won’t get tossed in a truck. They’re too big for a homeless person to fit in a shopping cart.
Yes I know there are pick up services, but why toss this stuff on garbage day?
Uh. Why am I talking about garbage?
Not that I look at people’s garbage.
Really.
Um.
Well then.
Okie dokie.
No graceful exit here.
Bye.