A Job to be Done

My wife had wanted me to enquire in skip hire costs, ever since my motor bike (or moped as it is better known) was wrote off in a crash. The other motor didn't exactly "see me" as he preferred to describe it. I'm sure he hasn't seen those adverts telling you for a motor to look out for bikes. But I blame him. I was clearly in the right of way when he was pulling out of the junction.

Anyway, I was not too worried about my bike at the moment. I was more worried about myself. I was sat in the hospital, waiting for my wife to come back and complain that I hadn't done anything all day. I loved her to bits, but I hated the way she nagged on.

"You should have taken more care"

"You should have looked where you were going"

"Why haven't you found a skip yet?"

I was used to it all by now though.

I finally found a number which would get a skip to put my moped in. It was still quite expensive just to get rid of a bike, but it was worth it.

"Yes, Mr Stevenson, we can send you a skip for about £30" said the skip loader.

"That's perfect." I said. "I only need to get rid of my moped, it was wrecked in a crash so it is just sitting in a pile on my garden"

"No problem, just give us a bell when you want it picked up again" he replied.

A couple of days later, the skip finally arrived. I say finally, I meant eventually. My wife was continuously nagging about when the skip was going to arrive, and I couldn't tell her "tomorrow" any longer. So it was a welcome relief that it had arrived.

I woke up early that morning, not of my own accord, however. The skip unloading was very noisy, and I couldn't just leave him to offload the skip and be gone without paying him. I don't think he would be too happy if I just stole his skip and "walked off".

But I didn't need it. The moped had been stolen for parts.