I Hate Garbage Trucks...

Not all Garbage trucks. Just the one that drives by, and stops at, my window twice a morning on Mondays and Saturdays (both my days off). It wakes me up just after it makes me dream that giant robots are coming to get me.

Editor's Note: Actually, the preceding sentence isn't true. If I did dream that giant robots were coming to get me, I would do my best to stay in my incredibly awesome dreamworld for as long as I could. Why? Because giant robots are awesome.

So what am I going to do? I think the answer's obvious: Revenge. Here's the plan:

Step 1:
Walk outside when truck arrives, get truck number.

Step 2:
Use truck number to discover driver's name and home address.

Step 3:
Travel to driver's home address early in the morning. Play something really loud and super annoying over my stereo; Something like Chumbawamba's Tub Thumping. That way, he can't experience the awesomeness of giant robot dreams. Instead, he gets hit with the horror of being chased by giant Chumbawambas...

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