I used to prompt my sons, “Guess what today is?” and they would respond, “Garbage Day!” as if it were some sort of gruesome holiday. They were good about doing the chore when reminded.
Now I have to do it myself. The daily routine isn’t so bad, but the weekly trek up the 280 foot driveway is worthy of a couple of calories.
I did the math (I think I will have this expression engraved on my tombstone); 280 feet is 0.5 miles so each week the trash can makes a 0.1 mile round trip. Do this 50 times a year and that comes out to 5 miles. I’ve been in the house 20 years, so I’ve dragged that sucker 100 miles.
Such are the idle thoughts of a geek and data analyst. My nephew is even worse, and yes, his name is Jason.
I used to prompt my sons, “Guess what today is?” and they would respond, “Garbage Day!” as if it were some sort of gruesome holiday. They were good about doing the chore when reminded.
Now I have to do it myself. The daily routine isn’t so bad, but the weekly trek up the 280 foot driveway is worthy of a couple of calories.
I did the math (I think I will have this expression engraved on my tombstone); 280 feet is 0.5 miles so each week the trash can makes a 0.1 mile round trip. Do this 50 times a year and that comes out to 5 miles. I’ve been in the house 20 years, so I’ve dragged that sucker 100 miles.
Such are the idle thoughts of a geek and data analyst. My nephew is even worse, and yes, his name is Jason.