Trapped By Garbage

So Thursday is trash day on my street, and when I went out to warm up my POS Pontiac the garbage truck pulled up and parked in back of me to get the trash. Nothing unusual.

Later I noticed he was still there...Brian informed me there was something wrong with the truck and a technician was coming to fix it. No big deal, do some chores, spend another 15 minutes with the kids. Technician arrives, parking behind the garbage truck, and proceeds to work on the truck. Meanwhile, Roland is in heaven: there’s garbage truck getting worked on in front of our house = cool. He and I went out to tour it, good times.

When it appears the garbage truck is fixed I gathered my baked dish, now totally cold, and headed out the door, only to watch the garbage truck back into the technician’s truck in full speed reverse. I haven’t seen a wreck happen in front of my eyes – live in slow-motion (are we being punked?) - so my reaction was just to rudely stare at the driver/wreck with my jaw open. His reaction: lots of expletives. The other driver’s reaction, same as the first. Brian, Roland and I? Get the camera!

So finally, when the cops had left and the garbage truck, which I guess wasn’t fixed – and can only drive in reverse (people with old cars like mine can relate) – drove backwards out of the drive, I started my commute. This is without a doubt the most random, you-wouldn’t-believe-me-unless-I-had-a-photo why-I-am-late-to-work story EVER. Thus, my life.

PROOF! Sorry it is a crappy photo, I was nervously peaking out the window upstairs snapping a quick shot! You can just see that the hood (with sexy 80s racing stripes), bumper and font lights have been squished. If you look very, very closely you’ll notice the slight traces of snow on my car.