Who picks up your trash? Waste Management? The City of Wherever You Live? How about your neighbor? Your response would probably be, “Only if I threw it into their yard. Which I don’t. Really.” Well, my neighbor does. Sort of.
Let me explain. I’m going to tell you another “Only in Wamego story.”
Saturday I started making calls, trying to get my trash service finally started (Especially after the Thanksgiving holidays, it’s starting to reach critical mass in my mudroom. Yes, I have a mudroom. But that’s another story). So, in Wamego you have three choices for trash pick up (Why three? That’s another story. Though it sounds pretty interesting. Something about a city trash company and a man who may or may not be in Aruba with a lot more money in his pockets). So, now we have three choices. Or as the nice City lady put it, we can choose from a local company, a not so local company, and a national company. But everyone chooses the local company, no pressure.
So (can you stand me saying “so,” so much?), I started making the calls. Only the local company was open. The owner answered the phone (yes, the owner answers his own phone) with “so and so residence.” I asked, “did I get the right number? I was trying to reach Tri-Counties Waste…” He replies, of course I had the number right, but they run the business out of their home (You heard me right–or read me right–OUT OF THEIR HOME!). So I ask what their business hours were, and of course he said (in a very Wamegoean way) pretty much anytime they were awake.
I guess I should’ve asked when they go to sleep.
Needless to say, we had our trash pickup arranged to start this Wednesday (Hallelujah choruses from the neighbors) and made sure to find where we send the check (no deposit, thank goodness).
By the way, we can just walk it over to his house and chat if we’d like. Would that be weird, chatting over herbal tea (Mormon) about our trash?
Only in Wamego.
*** A little history lesson for those interested. While signing up for said trash pick up service, the nice man on the phone delighted me with a story of the company’s start. Apparently when the man who left with an undisclosed amount of money to an unamed island probably in the Pacific (exageration included), the trash man was a jobless stock broker who recently moved back to Wamego with his family. He saw an opportunity, and with his wife, purchased a trash truck. He is now the main trash picker uper in the tri-counties area since 1994. The American Dream in action.