Psychotomy

someone stole my trashcan!

it’s the same one that’s been there for the last 5 years since we moved in! it’s just like 75% of the OTHER trashcans on the street! what is there worth stealing???

the ONLY distinguishing feature(s) about my can, at this time, are: it has random papers kinda permanently encrusted to the bottom (and actually, i think they came out last big storm when it got filled with like a foot of water), and the fact that it’s the only bin on the street that DOESN’T have a house number painted on it!

now, i’d say “well, maybe they took mine by mistake” but, yo! that means that they had to NOT NOTICE that it DIDN’T have their house number! what, they figured the spray paint just magically washed off? maybe the trash people put a layer of “old grungy dark plastic” paint on it to play a joke? wtf people!

(ok, so, technically this is the third or fourth time it’s gone AWOL … and i’m not really 100% sure that the one someone just swiped was really mine or not, since there USED to be more than one unlabelled one; but it fit my lid and looked like mine, and was unlabelled … close enough right?)

actually, it’s probably the mexicans. they stole my neighbors at one point (hers are labelled … oh, and she watched as they took it from her carport and started trying to take it around to their backyard … uhhhh). they have like 5 already, so whats one more. and it’s not like their trash ever FITS in their bins. trash day: wednesday. by friday evening, they’re usually spilling over and making a crap mess … i’m fairly sure thats where the half-eaten roast chicken came from last week (k kept wanting to ‘investigate’ that … but he wasn’t keen on getting too close to their trash bins … the dog is scared of your trash, this tell you anything, yo?)

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