Today, I heard the garbage truck outside the suburban Fremont, California apartment I'm staying in. I thought " Oh! Today must be trash day! Look at this trash! I have to run it out there before he leaves!" I quickly grabbed the two trash bags, and ran outside in my pajamas and bare feet. I motioned to the trash truck man, and he motioned for me to place it in the dumpster.
oh....... the DUMPSTER. The dumpster that's there, right outside the apartment ALL THE TIME. The dumpster that welcomes placing trash in it WHENEVER you feel you'd like to rid your house of it!
Ha!! So different from the way trash worked for the last 14 months in Peru! If you missed RUNNING out the trash the moment you heard the cow bell....well it'd be in your house until the NEXT opportunity came (which, you never knew exactly when that would be).
So yes, I'm in America.