<![CDATA[Bill Bradley Junk Removal - Blog]]>Mon, 25 Sep 2017 14:10:55 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[Take My Mother-In-Law....Please !]]>Fri, 11 Sep 2015 19:12:40 GMThttp://junkmanbill.com/blog/take-my-mother-in-lawpleaseThis is sort of a mother-in-law joke - but for real.

My mom-in-law and I have a love / hate relationship (chuckle).

A couple of months ago my mother-in-law and I were having a conversation and she said, "You never do anything for me." ( actually, I really do ) 

And I said, "You know what? I'll be your pall bearer." 

She didn't talk to me for a month..

Just the other day I got home from a messy job and my mother-in-law was at my house.  
She pointed at me with a look of disbelief. I said, "I know. I'm filthy." 

She said, "Oh my God. You're fat !" 

"Wow.", I said. "I can lose weight. But you'll still be old."

Love you rosie !!

xoxo Bill

<![CDATA[Gone Too Soon]]>Fri, 11 Sep 2015 18:56:36 GMThttp://junkmanbill.com/blog/gone-too-soonA Memorial to Fallen Friends and Family this past year. 

May they Rest In Peace.
<![CDATA[Getting Your Hands Dirty]]>Wed, 22 Oct 2014 19:46:13 GMThttp://junkmanbill.com/blog/october-22nd-2014
This photo is my grand parents gas station on Ballston Avenue in Saratoga Springs, NY.  I'm pretty sure it was around 1947 or '48.

I guess you could say the men in my family were never afraid of getting their hands a little dirty. And proud of it. I hope to talk more about this classic photo in the near future.
<![CDATA[Momma Always Said Make Sure You Wear Clean Undies]]>Wed, 15 Oct 2014 19:29:37 GMThttp://junkmanbill.com/blog/momma-always-said-make-sure-you-wear-clean-undies
We got a call for a pick up at one of the local senior citizen homes. My son-in-law and I knocked on the door. To our amazement, a Jack LaLanne look-alike answered the door. And he was standing there in his tighty whiteys.

“C'mon in.” he says. We just looked at each other and said, “Sure. Ok.”

After showing us what had to be taken away he says, “Mind if I put some pants on?” Simultaneously we said, “PLEASE!!!!”

In talking to the gentleman later on, we learned he was 82 years old. Wow. Were we both jealous!

<![CDATA[The Ladder Of Success]]>Thu, 09 Oct 2014 00:01:12 GMThttp://junkmanbill.com/blog/the-ladder-of-success
A couple weeks ago I went to a past customer’s house to take things out of her basement. I was headed down the stairs and I caught something out the corner of my eye. It was a wooden step ladder heading my way and it hit me in the shoulder.

She screamed, “Are you all right.” (which I was) “Oh my. "Please don’t tell my husband.” - she cried over and over. “He told me to move that ladder weeks ago."

When I got done I handed her the bill. She gave me a check. I looked at the check and said, “You gave me extra?” She said, “Yes. Cuz I hit you with the ladder.” I told her that wasn't necessary, but thank you, and I’ll be back tomorrow. She looked curious and asked, “Tomorrow?” I said, “Sure. So you can hit me with the ladder again.” We laughed and laughed.