The secret to good comedy is...
Our recycling only gets picked up every two weeks and we are not very good at remembering to take it (or the garbage, for that matter, but that we get a shot at every week) to the curb. Lately we've had plans on Thursday nights, so we've missed it for several weeks and the bins were all full and the bags of paper were piling up. As we came home last night, we noticed everyone else's bins out and vowed that ours would also make it this time. But then I got distracted and it didn't happen. Just now I thought "ooh, maybe they haven't taken it yet," and checked to find that yeah, all the bins on the street were still full. So I called to J and we dragged out several bags of paper & cardboard and a huge bin of plastics, etc. We reached the curb just as the truck was turning onto our street and I stood there as the guy got out of the truck. "Good timing!" he said to me, as he emptied my bin and handed it back to me.