FIPS Cares: The Garbage Men Are Coming!!!! (Probably!)

Glory Hallelujah, maybe there is a GOD!!! I just saw my garbage dudes working their way up 8th Avenue. (not the recycling truck, mind you, so hold up on the Four Loko recycling for the mo')

And from one garbage collector to another: it was all a pile of garbage, that snowpocalypse meme. A media conspiracy. A big, fat slur on the admittedly hard-working sanitation workers of NYC. Something along the lines of: if you knew how to drive and when to get your pansy-ass Volvo station wagons and minivans and prius(es) off the GD roads, we might have been able to plow. But you don't so we couldn't and didn't. 

He does have a point.

One dumbass from Chicago of all places (where surely you're supposed to know how to drive in snow) actually blogged about ditching his rental car smack in the middle of President St for days without even a single shovel or cardboard box attempt.

From the Observer article outing of Neil Egan:

They were driving a midsize rental from Hertz. Snow was falling. Cars were getting stuck everywhere. But Neil persisted. He'd come too far to give up—not when he was so close to home.

What happened next is detailed on Egan's blog (which he has now taken down, btw). 

The side street that intersected there (President St) looked unplowed, but some other big vehicles must have driven down it recently, partially clearing a way, and leaving deep tire tracks. I decided to give it a try....  

Bad idea. The car got stuck in the middle of President Street in Park Slope. So what did Neil do? Start digging? Ask neighbors for help? No, he grabbed his dog and some of his stuff and walked the remaining eight blocks home to Park Place. Then he hoofed it back to the car, got the rest of his stuff, and had a massive burrito! 

Anyway, Egan you take the Snowpocalypse 2010/11 Douchebag Medal of Honor, but all is forgiven because we're not going to smell like Napoli or Calcutta come tomorrow. We will be livable (albeit not the Curbed best) again.

[ed note: As of 10am this morn, there were still buzzards circling around the gigantic pile of trash in front of my apartment building...which is just a scant few blocks away from Allison's. I sincerely hope the scene looks different by the time I get home tonight.]