It was bound to happen.
A few weeks ago I forgot to set my trash bin out the night before pickup and decided, stupidly, to leave it out the rest of the weekend as to not forget for today’s run. Not a habit I plan to develop because I think it is very tacky to keep that thing out. It makes the neighborhood look bad.
Anywho, I still had a few bags left the next morning and trotted out in my nightgown (also tacky) and got ready to dump the rest of my stuff when behold! There were several black bags of trash (filled to the brim, mind you) that I knew darn well were not mine. On top of that, they were filled with yard waste which you all know is a no-no. It wasn’t even bulk week! I was reminded of that King of the Hill episode…the same thing happened to Hank, though I was only a tad tempted to dig through the bags of trash to ID my bin-stuffer.
Mad as Cain (or McCain for that matter), I looked around and tried to see who the culprit was…yes. In my nightgown. All I did was kind of look for evidence of who might have cut some branches down recently. And of course I could not figure it out.
What would you have done? I’m sure this won’t be the last time this happens and even if I put my trash out the same day, who is to say someone won’t add last minute junk to my bin?
I need advice as a new homeowner, missing her old apartment dumpster.
I know my quest for advice is a little late, because once I got dressed that morning, I went to my computer and got to work. I typed these words:
KEEP YOUR TRASH TO YOURSELF
THIS IS A FRIENDLY REMINDER
TO THROW YOUR TRASH IN YOUR OWN BINS.
IF YOURS IS FULL, DON’T WAIT TO THE
LAST MINUTE NEXT TIME…
I posted this note on every bin on my alley. Think the neighbors hate me yet?
Interpretations…