I'm at my shipping bench yesterday morning, contentedly counting product into boxes, and I hear the garbage truck lumbering up the hill. This being a normal weekly occurrence, I don't think much of it... until I hear a *CRUNCH* and scamper to the window. Normally the garbage truck slips in between our recycling dumpster and the old carriage house (which Boss Lady is turning into a studio) by taking a turn wide, but yesterday the handyman's pickup was parked such that the garbage truck had to cut the turn a little too tight. He managed to break a corner off the roof overhang, which would've been bad enough, but he was coming up the hill with enough speed that the impact racked the entire structure, shifting it enough that it looks decidedly crooked now.
Boss Lady expected, at the very least, an apology from the driver. Instead, he told her that the carriage house was falling down anyway and couldn't possibly be worth very much. To her credit, she didn't pick up any of the power tools that were close at hand and attack him with them. But I have a feeling that lawyers and insurance companies are going to get involved, and that driver will end up eating his words.
It was one heck of a Monday.
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