I'm usually not one to dote on the small things in life. However, I have noticed a rather strange pattern and some odd drama unfolding behind my house in the past few weeks. The city graciously disposes of my trash for me and comes to my neighborhood to pick it up every Tuesday and Friday. Being a nice, caring individual, I bought two identically cheap garbage cans from my local Wal-mart to keep my back alley from looking like Tobacco Road. This seemed to work well for a few weeks, until I noticed one fine day that my garbage can was missing (I kept one by the road, and one by the house for yard clippings.) Perplexed, I brought out can number 2 and continued business as usual. The next day, can number 2 was AWOL just like can the first. I don't mind saying that I was thoroughly pissed off at first. The next day, however, I noticed that a garbage can was sitting where mine used to be. It was a different make and model, but a garbage can nonetheless, so I elected to use it. Surprise, surprise, it disappeared two days later and yet another garbage can appeared. This one was metal. It survived two weeks and now it is MIA. I have yet to receive a replacement trashcan from the Trashcan Gnomes, or whoever is perpetrating this heinous atrocity.
It was about that time, that I noticed that my neighbors have a rather odd assortment of trashcans as well. I wonder if they are being visited by the same individual or individuals who are haunting my trash-disposal containers. Yet another piece of the puzzle was discovered on my morning drive to the airport not two weeks ago. As I was passing a residential neighborhood, I noticed a garbageman pick up a trashcan and instead of emptying its contents into the truck, toss the entire can in and head to the next house. I wonder... where are the replacement cans coming from?
contemplating trashcans,
Jeff C.
