I was prancing around the street in front of our house like Navin Johnson this morning. “The new garbage cans are here! The new garbage cans are here!”
The Department of Public Works and the Bureau of Sanitation are currently working their way through the city, replacing old black garbage cans and green yard waste cans. We got the notice about three weeks ago that they’d be replacing them soon, and we’ve been faithfully putting out all of our cans in hopes that they’ll be replaced with clean and smooth new ones.
They had a great system going, first they’d empty the existing cans and then match them up with the houses and their database of what was assigned to each house. If someone didn’t have their cans out out that street, they actually went into driveways to fetch them or asked neighbors who were hanging around for clarifications on their lists. Once they matched up the cans with the homes, they swapped the old for new. They even marked them with a little yellow grease pencil with the street number so that folks who weren’t there for the glorious occasion would be able to claim their own.
One of the reasons I’ve been so excited about this was that we’ve had a huge hole in our primary can for about eight months. I’ve been meaning to call about it (and they do replace them quite quickly, usually within two weeks of calling) but since it was still useable and it actually let the rain drain out of it easier than before, I’d been a little lax.
But it seems that this particular can is a special order, and not even in the database as ours. So, it looks like I’ll give a call sometime in the next few weeks to have our little one replaced. It prefer it to the big can because we rarely put more than two bags of trash out per week (we put out almost double that in recyclables) and this can fits so nicely under the stairs.
I’ll admit that the team leader for our street’s changeover was a little befuddled by my enthusiastic welcome to him (and I couldn’t understand why people would complain about them proactively replacing old trash cans), but seemed pleased at how well our street did at putting out our cans.
One last tip though. As fascinating as the changeover is, if you live on a narrow street, when they come, be prepared to be stuck for about a half an hour as it’s a five truck caravan. I not only got trapped in my driveway as they did my street, but there was another team on an intersecting street and they rerouted traffic for that.