how not to ease your way into the day

I guess it had to happen one day.
Scene: 6.30 am. Radio tells me it’s 5 degrees outside. Contemplating how long can stay in bed where it is much warmer. Over the low murmur of the radio comes the (not so) dulcet sounds of the garbage truck rounding the corner.
Damn. Did not put very full bin out last night as was too cold.
I know the truck’s still two bins away. I make a dash. Out the front door. Pink hippo PJs flapping in the crisp air. Scary morning hair bobbing madly. Grab the bin. Roll it to the curb just as the flashing lights and long extension pincers on the garbage truck move into bin picking-up range.
My job is done. I turn to make my way back into the house.
Garbage truck driver toots horn loudly. Marita jumps out of skin – fortunately keeping PJs on.
Gargage truck drives off. Driver smirking. Marita curses savagely.
Time for a soothing cup of tea.