Smashing Cans

Today after I had took my walk I decided to smash cans.  This is usually my sons job, but since he broke his toe about month ago smashing cans isn’t something he can do for a while longer.  Of course I didn’t actually mind, because I’ve not really been going outside lately since it’s been cold.  So having a reason to stay outside for a little while longer while it was nice out, worked for me.  Even it was smashing cans.

Of course while I was smashing cans I thought back to when I was my sons age & used to smash cans.  See smashing cans for me growing up was one way I earned money.  My parents said that as long as I would smash cans then I could get the money from the sale of the smashed cans. 

I tried many ways to find an easier way to smash cans growing up.  Of course there’s the usual way of smashing cans with your feet.  I did the putting them on end & smashing cans straight down, standing on two cans like this at a time also, which didn’t work any better LOL.  Putting cans on their sides & smashing in the middle then smashing both ends.  I used a cinder block & tried smashing cans with it, three cans at a time.  This process made me tired quickly, so I wasn’t able to smash cans very long doing it with the cinder block.

After years of smashing cans with my feet I finally convinced my parents that I needed a actual can smasher.  So they finally agreed to buy me one as long as I paid for it out of my smashing cans money.  I said that was fine with me.  So I used it till I wore the thing out.  Then I bought another one. 

When we moved into the new house we built, the can smasher was no longer mounted on a pole.  So I had to smash cans on the back porch sitting down on the porch to use the thing.  This wasn’t so bad still easier than smashing cans with my feet.

The bad thing was one day when I was smashing cans, I smashed a can that someone had used as their chew spit can.  You talk about GROSS!!!   It went everywhere, I had to wash the porch off, my can smasher & me!!  That used chew went all over me when the can was squeezed.  Now I wasn’t a girl that hated to get dirty or anything like that.  But this was beyond dirty, it was NASTY!!  When I told my cousin about it & it was her husband that chewed, she thought it was just hilarious.  Then come to find out when she told her husband about it, he thought the same thing.  I tell you what I was mad!!  Now it takes a lot to make me mad, but for them to laugh at this situation made be furious.  I gave him a piece of my mind & told him he better not leave another spit can at the house.

So every time I start smashing cans I think of this.  Makes me not want to smash cans anymore.  You know what thou, a few years later the same thing happened to my cousin.  She was smashing cans & got a hold of one her husband’s spit can.  Yeah she realized real quickly how unfunny it really was.

I suppose maybe I should invest in a can smasher for my son, so he no longer has to smash cans by foot.  But then again he doesn’t have a quarter of the cans I used to smash.

I suppose there wasn’t really a point to this blog today, but it’s what I was thinking about & just wanted to share.  Hopefully you found some type of value or humor out it.