Monday, better known as “trash day” in Ocean Beach, is coming up soon. What a beautiful array of blacks, greens and blues await us on each and every street.
Oh…what’s this? What are all these trash barrels doing on their sides? And why are the tops cracked on so many of them? And…why is the trash on the sidewalk and street instead of in the trash trucks? Is this the way the City can make money?
“How is that, you ask?” Easy. Who breaks the barrel? The home or apartment owner? No way! It is the driver of the trash truck that slam dunks your barrel on the street after it has been emptied.
I saw the funniest thing today while watching the trash being dumped into the truck. The “hands” slipped and the trash went flying all over the street. I couldn’t hear the driver, but you and I both know what he was saying. He got out of his truck and began to put the trash back into the barrel. Maybe he got half of it – maybe. The wind was blowing the trash all over the street; and to make matters worse, the lid of the container cracked in half.
Have you ever called the city and asked to have your container replaced? You haven’t? You are in for a surprise. They charge you for the replacement. The original one that they broke is useless and they won’t pick up any container that is not the “regulated” one. And…they are not cheap – around $100, give or take. It is cheaper if you go and pick it up – yeah, try putting one of the barrels in your car – but if it is delivered forget the tank of gas you were going to put in the car. (The replacement barrel and a tank of gas roughly cost the same thing nowadays.)
To make matters worse – when Buddy and I took our walk today, down Sunset Cliffs and around Devonshire, we counted 17 barrels that were either on their side; trash strewn around the street; lids cracked, etc. (Yes, Buddy is a very smart dog and he counted along with me!)
A problem for me is that with two torn rotator cuffs and 4 trigger fingers, there is no way that I can pick up the overturned barrel and right it so that it can be brought back into the yard. So…there it sits – until someone asks if I could use some help in righting it. . . . (Is that a “right” or a “wrong?”) When I left the house my trash had not yet been picked up. It was 3:15pm. I dreaded turning the corner onto my street because I feared it would be on its side. But the trash gods were with me that day. The container easily was wheeled back to its stately place in the back yard.
The Mayor wants us to start paying for trash pickup? What an oxymoron that is. (The fee – not the Mayor). Is that “trash pickup” from the street after the truck has been there? Come on guys. Treat our trash with a little more respect!