A Day in the Life
January 10th, 2007 by edge
Some of you may be confused as to exactly what it means to be a hauler. I have a prime example of the work that we do as haulers, presented in words and pictures from a garage cleanout Smidge and I did today.
As haulers we take this:

And turn it into this:

It is all too common for us to open a client’s garage and be greeted with a sight like what you see in that first picture. However something very uncommon was lurking under this particular pile of garage garbage. Something nasty. Something foul beyond words. Something… dead.
Buried under the debris toward the front of the garage was a bucket filled with a mysterious black liquid. Now, liquids are one of the only things we are not licensed to haul in our truck, so Smidge took the bucket to the side of the driveway to empty it.
Bad idea.

These poor bastards took shelter in the wrong garage. Little did they know they were stumbling into the den of a sadistic serial mouse killer. Why would you drown mice in a bucket of water? More importantly, WHY WOULD YOU LET SAID BUCKET OF DEATH WATER FESTER IN YOUR GARAGE FOR THE OBLIVIOUS HAULERS TO STUMBLE ACROSS??
I was going to throw in one more picture of an inexplicable advertisement we found at the same job, but it’s late and I’m tired so it’ll have to wait til tomorrow.
That dead-mice-water smell will be with me forever.
Edge, how did we also manage to clear the air in that garage? It goes from hazy to clear in the pictures. Dust? Camera out of focus? Photoshop? Or is it hauling magic?
If it smelled anything like the freezer I hauled last summer than I understand. (That is a story I will post in the next few days.)