It’s another hot day in the Twin Cities. The first time I experienced a Minnesota summer after returning from Costa Rica, I was flooded with memories of running through the sprinkler on freshly cut grass, sweating on the mound during a baseball game, and notes of grilling meat in the distance. The smell of summer brought a smile to my face.
In the trashout biz, though, summer brings all the stench alive. Frozen food is innocuous; a fridge full of hot, soppy, rotten food is an overpoweringly unpleasant experience.
As is a garage full of garbage. It must be 110 degrees in this garage, and when I opened the door to see what adventures it held, the above photo is exactly what greeted me. How did this house get that way? I think I have the answer, at least in part. Tune in tomorrow for more details.