To jump start this brief instance, let me tell you I'm so happy the old folk two doors away have settled in nicely at the assisted living center a mere 8 miles away.
These were people I shopped for and for whom I sold their 2010 Honda after maintaining it for over 7 years.
Their daughter has a girlfriend who works in the real estate business and knew some guys to clear out some stuff in preparation for selling the house.
These guys piled cut-up carpeting, over a dozen large bags of trash and ten or so 12 foot long poles which had been awning ribs.
I knew this wasn't going to go smoothly.
Ohh....it rained last night so the carpeting was extra heavy; if it was going to be touched at all.
In short, it didn't. I saw the trashmen come round and watched as the driver (aka Chief) waved the crew away. The truck made a swing along a woodside road and I walked to catch 'em.
The driver knew what I was going to ask as he pointed to the house as I approached him. I must say the communication was direct and clear.
The funny development was that they drove the truck up to the pile and conferred with each other. The Chief took a snapshot; likely to cover his own neck.
I do not blame him.
I believe many if not all refuse companies and the municipalities which hire them require "tradesmen's garbage" to be removed by the tradesmen themselves.
Also, the size they cut the carpet into was in excess of what would be acceptable privately.
Also, I believe the dozen or so huge bags of trash were over a numerical limit.
The idea of peeling off some 10's or 20's crossed my mind but I decided against it. The retiree's daughter is something of a know-it-all and not the nicest person so, given the clean-up crew came from her friend's real estate contacts, I opted to report the condition and let them finish their own endeavor.
It is ironic that more time was spent discussing the trash than would've been needed to heave it into the truck. However, there was a lot of volume involved and the fellows who did the clearing made no attempt to 'play the game'.
It just bugged me that I had to call a pair of infirm 87 year olds. But, it's better to get the news accurately from a friend than to get whatever warning or summons a town might issue.
Bottom line: Shame on the crew which works for a real estate company. They should've known the score.
The husband of the real estate friend was in the kitchen listening to a football game while his monkeys were doing the work so my sympathy is limited.
These were people I shopped for and for whom I sold their 2010 Honda after maintaining it for over 7 years.
Their daughter has a girlfriend who works in the real estate business and knew some guys to clear out some stuff in preparation for selling the house.
These guys piled cut-up carpeting, over a dozen large bags of trash and ten or so 12 foot long poles which had been awning ribs.
I knew this wasn't going to go smoothly.
Ohh....it rained last night so the carpeting was extra heavy; if it was going to be touched at all.
In short, it didn't. I saw the trashmen come round and watched as the driver (aka Chief) waved the crew away. The truck made a swing along a woodside road and I walked to catch 'em.
The driver knew what I was going to ask as he pointed to the house as I approached him. I must say the communication was direct and clear.
The funny development was that they drove the truck up to the pile and conferred with each other. The Chief took a snapshot; likely to cover his own neck.
I do not blame him.
I believe many if not all refuse companies and the municipalities which hire them require "tradesmen's garbage" to be removed by the tradesmen themselves.
Also, the size they cut the carpet into was in excess of what would be acceptable privately.
Also, I believe the dozen or so huge bags of trash were over a numerical limit.
The idea of peeling off some 10's or 20's crossed my mind but I decided against it. The retiree's daughter is something of a know-it-all and not the nicest person so, given the clean-up crew came from her friend's real estate contacts, I opted to report the condition and let them finish their own endeavor.
It is ironic that more time was spent discussing the trash than would've been needed to heave it into the truck. However, there was a lot of volume involved and the fellows who did the clearing made no attempt to 'play the game'.
It just bugged me that I had to call a pair of infirm 87 year olds. But, it's better to get the news accurately from a friend than to get whatever warning or summons a town might issue.
Bottom line: Shame on the crew which works for a real estate company. They should've known the score.
The husband of the real estate friend was in the kitchen listening to a football game while his monkeys were doing the work so my sympathy is limited.