You Piece of Trash! General Nonsense | My Life 12 JAN 2008

You piece of rubbish! If I ever find out who you are then I’m going to take a paintbrush to your door and colour it a lovely shade of pink and yellow! Worse even, I’m going to add polka dots too!

I woke up this morning and set about on the unenviable task of cleaning up the mess left over since Thursday night’s party (I had way too much to drink to attempt the cleanup yesterday you see!). My trash bin full of bits and pieces of this and that, I meticulously emptied it and stepped outside just to leave it there while I generate the next load to go down.

And lo and behold, there sits another large black bag full of rubbish, sitting squarely in front of my flat. Quite inauspiciously yes, but most definitely in front of my flat. The bastard! Some bloody idiot had decided that a) it is too much effort to carry their refuse down to the big trash container on the premises and b) it didn’t look or smell particularly nice in front of their own flat. So as all good neighbours do, c) they sneaked to my flat and dumped in front of mine.

Obviously they thought that this wouldn’t bother me in the slightest or perhaps that they were in some cosmic way doing me some sort of favour. Luckily for them I don’t keep rubber gloves here or else I may very well have done some trash sifting of my own for some identity theft fun.

Oh well, guess all I can do is complain or set up a surveillance camera. Guess I’ll go with the complaining option then!

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About Craig Lotter

South African software architect and developer at Touchwork. Husband to a cupcake baker and father to two little girls. I don't have time for myself any more.