{"id":5996,"date":"2011-01-05T07:04:55","date_gmt":"2011-01-05T13:04:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=5996"},"modified":"2011-01-05T07:04:55","modified_gmt":"2011-01-05T13:04:55","slug":"trash-woman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2011\/20110105-5996.htm","title":{"rendered":"Trash (wo)man"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Our family didn&#8217;t have a garbage collection service when I was growing up.  Every Saturday, we loaded up our trash into the back of one of our trusty station wagons and drove it to the &#8220;dump&#8221; ourselves.<\/p>\n<p>The &#8220;dump&#8221; (actually a transfer station) was only a mile or two away, but it closed at 3 on Saturdays.<\/p>\n<p>Which was <strike>sometimes<\/strike> always a difficulty for our family.  <\/p>\n<p>Come 2:30 on a Saturday afternoon, Dad was running about the house hollering for us to get our trash together &#8217;cause he had to get to the dump before it closed.  <\/p>\n<p>Nowadays, without kids around to do trash duty, Dad runs around collecting trash himself at 2:30 on Saturday afternoons.<\/p>\n<p>I never intended to take my trash to the dump just moments before closing.  I intended to get it done in plenty of time.  So when I had a Tuesday off and intended to get trash taken to the transfer station in Columbus, I got started around 2:30 in the afternoon.  <\/p>\n<p>I knew the trash would take a while, since our recent investigation of the wooden bin-thing just off our driveway had revealed that it was stuffed full of trash (disgusting mildewy wallpaper and pop cans, gross!)  I&#8217;d have to bag all that and take it with me.<\/p>\n<p>My guess was absolutely right.  It took me about an hour to dig out all that trash and get it bagged and into my car.  <\/p>\n<p>So come 3:20 or so, I came into the house, washed my hands VERY thoroughly, and ran upstairs to get the address for the transfer station.  <\/p>\n<p>What I discovered terrified me.  The transfer station closed at&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>3:45.<\/p>\n<p>By now, that was 15 minutes away.<\/p>\n<p>But I couldn&#8217;t let that trash sit in my car overnight.  I had meetings at work the next morning and couldn&#8217;t drop it off then.  And if I let it sit until my lunch break, my car would absolutely REAK!<\/p>\n<p>I hopped in the car and started driving, hoping that I could find the transfer station despite it being in a part of town I&#8217;d never visited before&#8211;and wasn&#8217;t even sure I could get to.<\/p>\n<p>Thankfully, the &#8220;dump&#8221; (actually a transfer station) was only a mile or two away&#8211;so even though it closes at 3:45 on <i>weekdays<\/i>, I still made it on time.<\/p>\n<p>Barely.<\/p>\n<p>Just like old times.<\/p>\n<p><i>And the next morning when I opened my car, I remembered something I had forgotten from old times.  Even if the garbage is only in your car for a half an hour&#8230;it&#8217;s still going to make your car reek!  (Thankfully, it was *mostly* gone by the time I was done with a day of work.)<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Our family didn&#8217;t have a garbage collection service when I was growing up. Every Saturday, we loaded up our trash into the back of one of our trusty station wagons and drove it to the &#8220;dump&#8221; ourselves. The &#8220;dump&#8221; (actually a transfer station) was only a mile or two away, but it closed at 3 &#8230; <a title=\"Trash (wo)man\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2011\/20110105-5996.htm\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Trash (wo)man<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[12],"tags":[367,754,1168,1172],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5996"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5996"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5996\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5996"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5996"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5996"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}