Daravone K. Rasavong
August 26th, 2009
Trash at the Residence of 4720
The first thing that hit me was the awful smell of dirty diapers from my 21 month old daughter. Having two episodes of constipation and urinating every 1-2 hours, I would think it’s safe to say that 30% of our garbage is consumed of diapers.
Seeing the pink and white polka dotted fleece blanket would have to be the most dredfulitem in our garbage container. Everynight, my daughter would always rubbedthe soft pink and white polka dotted fleece blanket up against her neck before she fell asleep. Until, Sunday night when she woke up from a nap and vommited all over her “Blanky”. She screamed, she cried. I won’t forget. Till this day I haven’t had a goodnight sleep.
To top off this beautiful grey garbage container is my sister’s cooking gone wrong, and a Papa John’s pizza box. Last night, my sister, Cynthia made Tuna Noodle Cassarole. It sounded delicious. I’m sure it was delicious, if the canned tuna, on sale at Food Lion wasn’t expired. She probably spent 2-3 hours cooking the meal. It’s a good thing that we had Papa John’s on speed dial and they’re right down the street.
The trash at the residence of 4720 may not be a lot. But, just observing what I have in our garbage container brings back a lot of memories. It’s like to refresh my memories of what I did the last couple of days. I honestly don’t know what I would do without a garbage container.