. . . and the dumpster . . .

I always tell people I deal with I have a narrow driveway.

They never believe me.

The dumpster man came about two hours after I expected him with a dumpster larger than the one we asked for, made a half-hearted pass at parking the dumpster during which he left a big oil spill on the driveway, and then proposed that we pile up the trash in the driveway and they'll load it up for us on Monday for free.

I did not like this but Zack thinks it's okay.

We're making progress.  I don't know how much Zack thinks I'm paying him for this, but whatever he thinks, it will be more.  He's my current hero.