So, you trash collection company, first of all I want to tell you that when I write “you trash collection company” I am leaving out an adjective my father would not approve of my using. That is understandable; I am 65 and his generation, and perhaps rightly so, saw no reason for anyone, especially women to use really foul language.
So, you trash collection company, you must have read my post that I was predisposed to bitch (Sorry, Daddy) today and maybe you felt I might not have enough fuel. I, at age 65, had called and arranged for a third trashcan to be allotted for my pickup – at extra expense to me. The lady had verified that this would be my new account information and a third bin was delivered.
There’s been a lot of snow and I valiantly drug out three trash cans last night; I had to move them a bit this morning to get out to take Alison to work. When I returned, two trash cans had been emptied, but not the third. So, you trash collection company, I called but heard from a recording that you, you trash collection company, were not open until 8 a.m.
Right at that time I called you, you trash collection company, and explained the situation. I told the person that the route right around the corner had not been picked up and could someone get the third can I had officially arranged to have.
Oh, my, the very well spoken lady said my area was allotted only two bins and six bags. I explained my agreement; I told her a third bin had been delivered. I’m sorry, but . . .she said.
Now had I turned the third bin upside down and left the bags on the ground, they would have been taken. Note: these trash bins are engineered so that the truck can lift them and empty them way up high for emptying.
I’m not going to fight it; I’m going to change trash companies. I don’t care if it costs a little more or if it cost a little less. I contracted for a service and you trash collection company did not honor it.
I may be treading on thin ice here, because who knows what retribution may come – oh, trash accidentally falling off of a Serv-all truck on my drive and parkway? Well, it’s February; the ice should be thick and if not, the cold will negate the smell.
Now I must go start working on my super secret Anti-Serv-all Ray Gun . . . because I’m 65 and I’m really pissed off. (Yeah, Daddy, I know; that wasn’t necessary.)
How I feel your pain! We left Ntl. Serv-all for a similar reason. They just couldn’t seem to get our bill right, nor could they remember to consistently pick up our one stinking can, with their name on it mind you. We were the only person on the road that used them and they had driver issues. Why this was my problem, I never understood.
Anyway, a very industrious local construction company started a trash pick up during the recession. He used to pick our garbage up and empty it by hand into a large pick-up with wooden sides (like a cattle truck). He worked hard, was very courteous and now has a regular trash truck. He is a little more expensive, but well worth it.
I don’t think they pickup in K’ville. But the name is Washler Construction, in Auburn. You might call.