My wife works for a wood products company. One of the products they sell is mulch. Pretty exciting stuff.
An employee benefit is getting free mulch with free delivery. So, my wife decided she'd get some black mulch for the flower beds around the house.
I really didn't think too much about it until I came home today to find a dump truck in our driveway. A big dump truck. The driver asked me if I could pull my beater Saturn forward so he had more room to dump the mulch.
I looked in the bed of the truck. "How much of that is ours?", I asked.
"All of it."
"How much is all of it?"
"Fifteen yards."
Oh, Lord.
When he let the load drop, it pushed forward, and pushed the Saturn a foot or so forward. When he was done, there was a pile about four feet high and five to six feet wide, the length of 1.5 cars. It takes up more than half the width of the driveway, so I'm going to have to back my Mustang out of the garage and onto the front lawn to get out.
I have no idea where this stuff is going or how it's getting there. All I know is that I'm not touching it.