My Neighbour tells me I am Crazy!
She may well be correct, but let's have some context.
I live on the outskirts of a small village, which has one road in. There's no out unless you want to drive into the sea, so you turn around and come back the way you came to leave the village.
My house is off this road, and my driveway is just over 500 feet (155 metres) long. At the end of this are two houses -- my own and an elderly couple.
Bin day is a Tuesday morning. I trundle the wheelie-bins down on a Monday evening; they are emptied around 8am Tuesday; I bring them back some time mid-morning depending on what I am doing.
Occasionally our elderly neighbour wanders down and collects them. I prefer to do it, but she likes to do her bit.
Scene set, and now to this morning.
She beat me to it
While I was still faffing around in the morning, she did the deed and brought the bins in. I immediately sent her a text message proclaiming that was my job. She messaged back, "haha, beat you to it".
I showered, dressed, and decided I would continue the japery.
I sent her the following message:
Dear Mrs xxxx
We regret to inform you that we are terminating your probationary period at The Bin Collectors Association.
As you will appreciate, we aim to maintain a high standard of service.
In reviewing your recent work, we noticed that there was wilful disregard to deliver the standards we expect. This included clear evidence of abandonment and reckless disregard for the rules of placement. An image of your work is attached for reference. (Photo of her bin at and angle, and not quite back in its usual place).
We thank you for your efforts to date, however, it is felt that your skills are better utilised elsewhere.
We wish you well in your future endeavours.
Kind regards
The Bin Collectors Association.
Her response
You're crazy. I love it. That made me laugh out loud.
It's good to have a laugh and not be too serious about life.