I see that Dennis and I were (are?) not alone in our quest to find the best burger. I don’t know how those guys can keep track of their ratings, but I do agree with the once-per-month schedule (versus once-per-week, which was not the smartest idea we ever had).
When I left for work Monday morning, I noticed that our big trash can was gone from the curb where it had been placed in anticipation of trash collection. I did a quick glance up and down the street but didn’t see it. I’d heard the trash truck doing its thang about an hour earlier, and I thought that maybe the can had fallen into the truck. So I called the City of Houston about getting a replacement, and they told me that I’d have to file a report with the police stating that the can had been stolen. As if anyone would want to steal our stinky trash can that has dog hair in the bottom. So I filed a report – online – and then called the City back with my case number. They assured me that a can would be delivered to our house in 3 to 5 working days. We’re about to leave town, so I was dubious about whether or not the can would get there before we left.
Then, when James got home from work Monday evening, he found the can – down the street. I guess the truck didn’t drop it off right away but instead took it on a little joyride. Maybe to get some fresh air. So that night I called the city and the po-lice to rescind my “theft” report. Wouldn’t you know, there was a brand new trash can delivered to our house on Tuesday morning. Of course. It’s still sitting there at the end of the driveway, waiting for the city’s paperwork to catch up with itself. I have to say, I’m impressed with their fast service. Even if we don’t need the second can.
I’ll be gone until the night before my show The Hirsute Pogonophobic is performed for two nights during the Houston Fringe Festival. So this will probably be my last chance to bug you about it. It’ll run under an hour, and it will feature a few pieces from the show we did at DiverseWorks as well as the first Houston production of Militia Slumber Party, or Embracing the New World Order. Also, our show will be immediately followed by a new short piece from Bobbindoctrin Puppet Theatre. Both are included in the price of admission ($7). The festival benefits Writers in the Schools, a very cool local program that puts, well, writers in the schools. Guess that’s a pretty descriptive name.