Every Tuesday and Friday (except for "slide" days) the garbage, and sometimes, recycling trucks, jangle down the narrow streets of Georgetown. Sometimes they are early and sometimes they are late, but usually they show.

They leave a ribbon of violently strewn garbage cans, rolling bins and some spill. Cars wait patiently, Georgetown drivers check their email and calls, visitors seem impatient, they do not understand that trash collection is good and that a few minutes of delay are worth it.

The cans and bags and boxes wait for their turn. Some are neatly organized and arranged. Some trash is tumbling out of its bin and some trash has no bin. The trash bins wait quietly until the truck careens around the corner, bodies tumble off and legs emerge. Everything happens so quickly but no one seems to hurry. 

After the rumble moves on, silence. It is quiet and only a tipped can or a sprinkling of trash remains. Maybe an odd, rejected item sits, waiting for an intervention.