For the past two weeks, I have been diligently searching for these bags, with no luck. Cate gave me one to tide me over, but after that, I was forced to commit a big no-no: one night I waited until no one was about and then snuck out a grocery bag full of my trash. It was either that or live with the trash, and since the trash contributed nothing to the upkeep of the home, I could not find it in my heart to allow it to stay. I was unable to comprehend why anything so essential as a garbage bag should be hidden away, and my frustration was mounting with each failed attempt to uncover the secret hideaway of the bags.This afternoon, the saga finally had a happy ending. Cate, my ever-conscientious director, stopped by to see if I had time for a short trip to the store. Then she took me there personally and showed me exactly where to find the elusive blue trash bags. Who knew a day would come when I would look upon being able to take out the trash with such delight?
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It must be that their trash pickup is a government service. In Georgia, and some other places in the U.S., trash pickup is privatized: you have to hire the trash company yourself. This would make it almost impossible to use the color-coded trash bag strategy here.
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