The Day Begins

0700 the phone rings, it is my husband, who is on vacation with my son. He needs me to go to the computer to look something up. So, I roll out of bed and go to the computer room. As our conversation ends I hear, none other than the garbage truck! Oh MAN, the garbage! In total disregard to my fresh out of the bed, pajama clad self I dash out the door. As I wheel the can down the driveway I look to my right and see the truck coming down the hill. I look front and see a car stopping at the curb, right where I park the can. I stop dead in my tracks. What do I do? Should I take the can to a place in front of his car? No, that would be awkward. Looking to the left of his car I see mailboxes, a driveway, my neighbors cans and another driveway. I am not dragging this can half way up the street. So, I did what any sane pajama clad woman would do. I hauled my can across the street and knocked on his window. Then I said, "I don't want to be rude, but could you pull forward? I have to put my garbage can out." Though a bit startled he gladly obliged. As I walked back to my house I couldn't help but wonder what this small snapshot of time said about my character and the pajama clad woman I have become. :)