Garbage in but not garbage out

This is a story my crew asked me to post since they thought it was so funny.

To prepare for the the trip down to Florida I had the main winch drum pads resandblasted by Harken because the lines were slipping too easy. They came back by UPS and were delivered to my back porch. When I got home I opened up the box and examined the winch to make sure it was done correctly. I left the other winch drum in the box. Yesterday was holloween so my wife Carol did not put out the garbage until early the next morning. When I came out later that morning I asked her about the box on the porch and she said that she had thought the box was empty so she took it out to the street. Needless to say the garbage truck had already picked up the trash. I heard the truck on the next street and stopped the truck. The two guys in the truck said that if I followed them to the dump out at 29 Mile and Gratiot (I live in Grosse Pointe) We got up there and they dumped out the compacted garbage. It was line about 4 feet tall and 80 feet long. It was quite the detective job finding it. We would find mail at certain addresses close to us and dig a while. Occasionally they would bring over a large bulldozer to spread it out. By luck we found it after 20 minutes. It only had a small part broken but it was intact. On the way home my hands stunk so bad that I stopped by Doyle off of I94 to wash them. When I told them my story they just could not stop laughing. One of the guys kept telling me not to stand too close since I smelled pretty bad. Oh well - it was a painful process but I did get it back although Carol was too happy with the stream of four letter words that came out of my mouth this morning.