When refuse collectors meet

So last month they shifted our recycle day to the same day as our garbage day, Wednesday. Now two giant trucks come down the street to pick up three bins (garbage per se, recycled things, and yard waste).

Today Emma comes exclaiming about how there's garbage collectors having a pushups contest in the street.

She was right. They were. After a bit they stood up and did that male binding joke around and bumped fists. The younger, shaved-head one was the recycle truck guy and the deeply-carven faced redhaired one was the garbage truck guy. The garbage truck guy said that whenever they meet on the same street like that they do it, and that the other guy always wins.

I tell you, some people just know how to make the world more delightful.

Insurance guy came over, and he was here for maybe ten minutes. One picture of the front, one of the back, and one of the shed. Very little of the last week's work had any direct bearing on the visit, but it all had to be done anyway.

And now I have carpal tunnel symptoms every morning.