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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The Trouble With Trash

I don't recall having that many chores as a child, other than keeping my room clean; making sure my bed was made each morning and toys and things were off the floor and put away at the end of each day.

When I got to high school, it was all about keeping my grades above average and being home by curfew, a rule I consistently broke.

I do recall getting in trouble a lot, especially this one time I was on
trash duty.

I loathed this task.

Don't let anyone tell you different, trash is nasty, stinky, smelly and gross and trash duty sucks!

My job was to gather the trash from all rooms in our home and take it to the dumpster, usually just outside our house, but when I was sever years old, we lived in a cul-du-sac and the dumpster was (for some strange reason) several houses away. Maybe it was a communal bin or something?

I dreaded making the trek every single time I was faced with it.

Instead of making the complete walk, I found a short cut in the form of a neighbor's storage shed half way between our house and the actual place the garbage was to go.

As you can imagine, it wasn't long before my parents were notified of my dirty deed.

And not long after that, there was yelling and tears and then there was me on my hands and knees picking up every last take out container with food remnants, balled up piece of paper, yogurt container, banana peel, cans with liquid still inside, nail clippings, used Kleenex, Q-Tips and other unmentionables, chewed gum, egg shells, packaging, yuck, muck and every other disgusting item you can think of that we discard.

You see, while everything was bagged, it wasn't tied shut. This was in the days before drawstring.

I threw up twice and I'm quite sure I wasn't allowed sugar cereal or able watch The Donnie & Marie Show for at least a month.

I still hate dealing with trash.

This post is for Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop, Prompt #1.) Write about a time you got in BIG trouble as a kid.

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Anonymous Jessica said...

I still hate taking out the trash. Hate.

May 25, 2011 at 9:50 PM  
Anonymous Kimberly said...

I still hate taking the trash out! That's my husband's job! I definitely would have thrown up too if I had to clean all of that up.

May 25, 2011 at 11:04 PM  
Blogger Jessica said...

Oh my goodness. This is disgusting. Seriously. I would not have been able to touch a garbage can again after cleaning up that mess. I bet you learned a lesson about being lazy.

May 25, 2011 at 11:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wish my husband would do this job but it usually gets left to me!!

CJ xx

May 26, 2011 at 3:57 AM  
Anonymous tracy@sellabitmum said...

Oh gross. You poor thing. I cannot imagine the smell.

May 26, 2011 at 3:58 AM  
Blogger Alison@Mama Wants This said...

I threw up a little in my mouth, just reading that :) You poor thing!

May 26, 2011 at 4:08 AM  
Anonymous Julie said...

Your words brought the stench straight to my nose. Yack. I'm not a fan of taking out the trash either. Definitely hubby's job!

May 26, 2011 at 5:25 AM  
Anonymous Lisa said...

Yuck. I never take out the trash. That's husband's job.

May 26, 2011 at 6:58 AM  
Blogger Dominique Goh said...

I don't like taking out the trash too. Luckily I can delegate it to the boys to take out the trash nightly after dinner.

May 26, 2011 at 7:33 AM  
Blogger Kristy said...

Oh no!! Now that's a lesson in doing things the right way the first time!

May 26, 2011 at 9:47 AM  
Blogger Minivan Mama said...

Taking out the trash...that is why I got I don't have to anymore! ; )

May 26, 2011 at 10:14 AM  
Blogger K said...

Ugh, I hate trash duty when it is stinky and full of diapers and rotten food. Our last house was on a hill and I had to carry the trash down 36 steps to the street. It didn't help that raccoons frequently got into it and made the cleaning up part absolutely horrible.

May 26, 2011 at 11:07 AM  
Blogger Paulette said...

Trash duty is the worst! I miss being young when this was my daddy's job. Apparently men are missing that memo these days and I end up taking the trash out more often than not. Easier than asking it to be done then getting onto the one who didn't do so.

May 26, 2011 at 1:28 PM  
Blogger Leah said...

I never knew about this story. Where were you living at this time? Was I around? Trash really is gross!

May 30, 2011 at 10:06 PM  

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