Shoup Airlines

Well played, Madam!

The city’s sanitation company has finally switched to those uber-sized trash cans with wheels and a hinged lid. I always crack up when I drag the less than quarter full thing out and the neighbor’s is getting ready to erupt, Vesuvius style.

Yesterday, the robotic arm on the truck, either in disgust from it’s dead end job or possible carpal tunnel issues, threw my can down with such angst that it broke one of the wheels off! When I arrived on scene, the missing wheel was nowhere to be found, and you’d be surprised at how difficult it is to drag one of these trash cans with only one wheel.

So I called the trash company for a possible replacement.

“Okay, just go ahead and leave your trash can out front. We’ll be out to fix it.”

“Wow, that’s pretty quick. Thanks.”

“Oh, I didn’t say tomorrow. I can’t really tell you when we’ll be out. Just leave the trash can out front.”

“Oh. I see. You can’t tell me because you’re really a clandestine outfit, or because you feel sorry for the cable company and want to make them look good?”

“I’m sorry, sir. We’ll be out when we’re out.” (she actually said that)

“Oh, no problem. I’ll just expect my trash can to be repaired between now and Chevy Chase’s meteoric return to comedy.”

“No, more like Carrot Top’s.”

“Touché!”