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stoutfellowFor some reason, I have a sledgehammer in the garage.
I don't often get an opportunity to use it.
Monday is trash and recycling day. I don't always put the bins out, because I don't really generate trash and recyclables that quickly. (Also, Monday morning.) Today, though, they were full enough, so I went out in bathrobe and tennies to move them down to the curb.
Lift front handle. Tug. Lose grip on motionless bin and smash thumb against lid. Suck thumb and bend down to look at ice-encased wheels. Contemplate the absence of ice picks. Sigh, pick up newspaper, go back inside and return to bed. Get comfortable with blanket and dogs. Suddenly remember sledgehammer. Get up again, disturbing dogs, put tennies back on and get sledgehammer.
WHAM!
The bins are at the curb. I feel strangely satisfied, and not at all inclined to go back to bed.
I don't often get an opportunity to use it.
Monday is trash and recycling day. I don't always put the bins out, because I don't really generate trash and recyclables that quickly. (Also, Monday morning.) Today, though, they were full enough, so I went out in bathrobe and tennies to move them down to the curb.
Lift front handle. Tug. Lose grip on motionless bin and smash thumb against lid. Suck thumb and bend down to look at ice-encased wheels. Contemplate the absence of ice picks. Sigh, pick up newspaper, go back inside and return to bed. Get comfortable with blanket and dogs. Suddenly remember sledgehammer. Get up again, disturbing dogs, put tennies back on and get sledgehammer.
WHAM!
The bins are at the curb. I feel strangely satisfied, and not at all inclined to go back to bed.
