The Skate Park

One of our least favorite places in AF is the skate park, because the crowd it draws trends to be very trashy. You may be thinking, "Trash girls, that is extremely stereotypical! Skaters are just as clean and respectable as any other youth." Well to that we would say, "You are gravely mistaken".
 One day upon arriving at the stake park we were not surprised to find it covered in graffiti. Lucky for us the graffiti was all done in side walk chalk.  We admired all the "art" that was left for us and others. We proceeded to used water bottles to erase all drug references and undesirable language. We were fortunate enough to find a remains piece of chalk, with which we left a little something for the skaters.

Stay in School -Trash Girls

The Bunnies at Quail Cove

One rainy trash day morning, while emptying the trash trailer, we came across a family of bunnies at Quail Cove. We had seen the mother and father before, but this was the day we met the babies. Dropped from heaven these creatures of love brought sunshine to our souls. These bunnies have become part of the family, and therefore, deserve names.

                                              LEROY JAMAL &  BIG MAMA

                                     LIL’ BANDIT, LAWRENCE, EVON, SHALLEE

Leroy Jamal is large black bunny. Soon after the birth of their children, Leroy left Big Mama to fend for herself in the ghetto. She found refuge underneath the ghetto shed.

Big Mama was a beautiful classy white bunny with black spots. She was  a strong independent woman who was better off without Leroy Jamal.

Lil’ Bandit was the cutest little black bunny. His mama feared he would grow up to be like Leroy Jamal, but Lil’ bandit wanted to be a bigger man than his father.

Lawrence got the brains of the family. After a few weeks he was no longer seen around the ghetto shed. It was rumored that he went back east to attain a higher education, with the hopes of returning to take Big Mama out of the ghetto.

Evon & Shallee are the twins. They were blessed with neither brains nor class and were destined to live their lives out in the ghetto.

After not seeing the bunnies for more than a week, we were saddened to hear that mama AJ had gone and killed them and they were now living in his freezer. We still hope this is a lie and that Lawrence fulfilled his dream of getting his family out of the ghetto.

                                                                         MR. GATSBY

 He was a city bunny left to the wild by his owners. He didn’t last a week.

                                                 KOCOUM  &  KOADAH

                             CHIEF POWHOTON,  SACAGAWEA, LEWIS, CLARK

Kocoum and Kodah were friends that we had seen often at Quail Cove. We were thoroughly surprised to find that one was indeed a female, when baby bunnies began appearing again. Still unsure of which was the mother, we kept their names.

Chief is a brownish color. He the eldest and will eventually take over the tribe. He carries himself with the upmost dignity even for such a young bunny. He spends his days protecting his siblings.

Sacagawea is also a brown bunny. She loves being the guide when she goes exploring with her brothers.

Lewis and Clark take from the blonde coloring of Kodah. They spend their days exploring the uncharted territories of Quail Cove.

Their family continues to live wild and free at Quail Cove. 

Mowing the Freeway

One day upon returning from lunch we were given the assignment to mow the weeds on the freeway. We loaded the ancient lawn mowers into the trash trailer and headed for the freeway. Upon arriving we began to look for a place to park that minimized the amount of walking. Due to the lack of parking at a freeway on ramp, we decided to park on the shoulder of the onramp. With our safety vests on we unloaded the mowers and began the trek up the onramp. Cars whizzed by in wonder of why three such classy ladies were running mowers up the freeway. Upon reaching the top of the onramp Rachel directed traffic as Caitlin and Kayla ran the mowers across the onramp and over the curb into the planter of weeds. Once the deed was done, they awkwardly ran down the onramp being dragged by the mowers, unable to control them, laughing all the way.

The Weed Mowing Song (to the tune of jingle bells)

♫♫ Dashing through the cars

With some lawn mowers in tow

Breaking traffic laws

Laughing all the way

Horns honk like in Beijing

Making spirits bright

What fun it is to laugh and sing

A mowing song tonight

Oh, mow the weeds, mow the weeds

Mow them all the way

Oh, bless all the mayor’s needs

On this scorching hot weed day

Mow the weeds, Mow the weeds

Mow them all the way

Oh, bless all the mayor’s needs

On this scorching hot weed day♫♫ 

Some Days at Work are Better Than Others...

Sanctuary!

One of our many benefits of working for the city is that while driving our truck a city officer can’t ticket us. This has lead to many driving adventures. But neighboring city rivalries threaten our safety if we were to ever cross the border. Our poor Hank cannot even out drive a bicycle cop. One day we were swept into rushing traffic, unable to turn around due to the length of the trash trailer, we forced out of our city boundaries and into the unknown. We were no longer safe. Immediate fear befell all in the truck, even Hank began to quiver. Rachel, recognizing our only option drove towards a steeple. Knowing it was our only chance for survival we pulled into the church parking lot as Rachel cried “Sanctuary! Sanctuary! Sanctuary!” (see time 2:55 )

Bad Omen

*This contains graphic descriptions, if you have a queasy stomach don’t read this*

One day on our way to work, we passed road kill. Right then we knew this day was going to be rough. Little did we know it would only get worse from there.

At 7 am we came across a bird carcass. Then while driving in the truck Caitlin looked down to discover a spider crawling on her leg. There were screams and stumbling to get out of the truck, and then an awkward dance along the side of the road to make sure it was off.

At 8 am we noticed that hank was smoking and had a leak, so we had to take Wonton (the one ton) for an hour or so while hank got fixed.

At 9 am we had the once in a lifetime opportunity to clean up paper towels that were used as confetti for a party held at the carnival honey buckets. This involved us crawling between bushes and honey buckets that had been left in 100* weather for 5 days. It was joyous. While we were doing this we were entertained by a local woman yelling after her children’s Sunday school teacher for teaching her children the ways of the devil.

At 10 am we discovered the trash we were changing had become a maggot community. This trashcan of course was not any trashcan. It was the one trashcan that a punk had chosen to use to climb on the bathroom roof. The chances of this chosen can to be full of maggots are about the same as the chances of us winning the lottery. This led to Caitlin using a shovel scooping up maggot infested trash while gagging and struggling to breathe.

At 11 am was yet another repulsive smelling trash.

At 12 am we arrived at a park, both trashcan’s liners had fallen in, and the sprinklers were on. We accepted the challenge. Prepared with trash bag ponchos and headscarves we ran into no mans land, dodging the fire of the sprinklers. We were successful in getting to the trashcan without getting wet. The liner changing took quick reflexes in order to get the trash and avoid getting wet. We were successful. On the way back to the truck, the vomit water from the trash bag leaked into Caitlin's shoe, drenching it in stench. Distracted by her now wet shoe she was hit by a sprinkler.

At 1 pm a heinous crime was committed. We unwillingly witnessed this unspeakable crime. Screams were released, eyes bled, innocence was lost, the police were called, and a complaint filed. An officer called us right back to hear the details. Awkward questions were asked and answered.

Snapple Guy

Due to our lack of a radio we have to find creative ways to entertain ourselves. We call our favorite pass time: unison creepin. While stopped at a busy intersection, Kayla recognized an opportunity. She turned to us and said, “Lets all watch that guy drink his Snapple.” Without a second thought we all turned and watched the man in the car next to us drink his Snapple. Of course this action could not be done with charm and grace. It had to be done expressions only before seen by our fellow trash girls. Creepy looks were given just as the Snapple guy turned to behold the three beauties in the truck next to him. Fortunately he saw past our expressions and recognized the privilege it was to be looked upon by the trash girls. And fortunately for us the light turned green.