Friday, February 18, 2011

A Tale of a Trash Can

Once upon a time...

we purchased a trash can. It looked like this:

Every Sunday night the trash can gets moved out to the curb. On Monday morning it gets emptied and moved back to the garage. Not a very exciting life, but that's how it goes when you're a trash can.

One fateful Monday evening. I returned home from work to discover that our trash can was missing. It wasn't on the curb or by the garage. It had been stolen! gasp.

Thankfully when our next door neighbors moved, they had stashed their trash cans at our house. So...after a moment of mourning we began to use one of their trash cans. Several weeks later when they came to pick them up, they left us the one we had been using. Thanks Neighbors! (So nice!)

Our "new to us" trash can was even better than our first. It was much bigger with a more secure lid. It looked like this:

It was settling nicely into its new role when on another fateful Monday evening I came home to discover that it too was missing. Stolen again! tear.

We're asked around and no one has seen it. We thought about posting fliers around town, but I think we'll just go to the depot this weekend and buy ourselves another.

Thanks a lot you thieves!

1 comment:

  1. Haha, your poor trash can(s). I hope they are treated kindly in their new homes. Maybe you need to secure it to the mail box or something? Or install some sort of siren on it? Humph...