As I said last week, the driver who picks up our trash dropped our bin 20 feet from the sidewalk after getting our trash. So, I called and left another message on the voicemail of his supervisor. However, since I have not yet received a response to the new message, I decided a more direct approach was in order.
So, this morning I was waiting when the driver pulled up on the street south of our house. As he walked up the sidewalk to get the bin, I limped down the stairs of our front porch and we had a chat.
I explained that I’m disabled, and the woman (he called her a young lady) he talked to is my wife, and that she was home sick the day he talked to her a couple of weeks ago. Not only does she work, but sometimes has to go out of town; so, I have to be able to put the bin where I can get it.
He was very polite, and agreed to get it from where I have been putting it, and just as importantly to return it to there. I told him that eventually my doctor wants to do a hip replacement, and that after he does I’ll start putting the dumpster over where he suggested.
Over all, I think it went very well.