Jigsaw Puzzle

 It was my turn in the grocery check out line.   The checkout clerk greeted me w/ "How is your day going?"  I was in a talkative mood so I told her.  "Great so far.  I talked w/ Waste Management and they are going to pick up my garbage on my side of the road this winter."  Last week I'd gotten text messages from Waste Management two consecutive days that they were running late and would pick up my garbage on the next day.  As I said, the garbage can on the opposite side of the road was now buried up to it's cover in a bank of snow - partially from the snowstorm and partially from the county's snow plow.  On the third day, I managed to extract the bin from the drift, left it on my side of the roadway, and messaged Waste Management letting them know what I'd done and to please give me a call.   I knew calling Waste Management's help line wouldn't be of any use.  I'd tried that last year and the Arizona based hot line reassured me they would fix my issue but the local guys said they didn't care what the hotline said.  No call back yet from the local Waste Management so I drove the couple of miles over for a face to face.  Coordinator Nikki said she understood my predicament completely and would talk w/ the drivers when they got back from their routes.  She'd text me tomorrow.  The grocery checker didn't look up but mumbled a "uh huh" as if she was listening so I continued.  "Then I went to the Animal Shelter and made a donation."   The animal shelter had moved since the last time I'd been there.  They are mentioned often in the Sheriff's Report so I thought I should know where they were - just in case.  GPS got me there.  Didn't seem right to just say I wanted to see the facility so I gave them a donation.  The cashier was checking the price of my baking potatoes but managed a 'yep'.    "I treated myself to breakfast at the Toad House." I continued talking.  As I came into the city I'd stopped there for a latte and scone to-go and munched as I drove around. The checker announced my total and I paid.  Figured after all my prattling she'd be more careful about how she greeted customers.  No, she asked the guy behind me the same question.   Must be she's a glutton for punishment.