Garbage day...

Friday is our Garbage day, and the Garbage man usually doesn't come until later in the morning. So this morning i was taking my sweet little time getting my garbage out. But about 10:30 i hear the truck coming down the street. Let me just paint you a picture of what i was wearing or not wearing. I had on yellow sweat shorts, white t-shirt, no bra, so i threw on the first coat i see, a big green one and threw on the nearest pair of shoes, big suede boots and out i go to get the garbage to the street. I wonder if any of my neighbors saw me, because i am sure it was a sight. anyways i have the garbage about 4 feet from the street and the garbage man drives right past me, i was dying, he totally saw me and i know he was laughing inside. so i just stood there while he dumped my neighbors cans and then i think the guilt got to him because he put it in reverse and came and got my can. It was a little embarassing. i wish i would have taken a picture of myself because i would have loved to of seen what i looked like.