September 27th, 2005it’s mine, damn it!
Last night, admittedly, I had a few drinks and was in a right good mood. Fortunately, I was sober enough (even in the rain), to look for my outside trashcan so I could take it in. It wasn’t there. I looked up and down the street, shrugged and decided I would see it in the morning. It was dark, after all.
I commented on it to a friend, and he said that it probably wasn’t stolen and I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Excellent advice, of course. I do tend to jump to conclusions. So I thought little of it and that was that.
This morning, I looked for my trashcan. It’s a nice one people, almost new, with wheels and handles. Compared to the other trashcans on the street, I most certainly own the winner.
Someone stole it. I am pissed now.
So what do I do? Should I wait until next week and see if someone puts it out? Their garbage in my can.. the horror. Should I creep about behind the houses looking, until someone calls the cops? Should I just assume my landlord took it into her garage? (For what reason, I have no idea, but it is possible I suppose.)
Stupid people stole my trashcan. Grrrr.
UPDATE: They gave it back!
I put my name somewhere inconspicuous on my trashcan so if it ever gets stolen I can call the person on it and say “so why does your trashcan have my name on the underside of the handle?” if you cant tell i have gotten my trashcan stolen before as well
Comment by andy — September 27, 2005 @ 10:25 am
See, now I thought of that. But I kept getting sidetracked and completely forgot.
So this is a normal thing then? People steal trashcans?
I hate people.
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 10:30 am
its probably i the landlord’s garage, psycho. lol
but just in case its not, i would go looking next trash pick up. ( hey, who said im not psycho too.)
Comment by the single gal — September 27, 2005 @ 10:31 am
It might be, but they’ve never done that before. Grr.
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 10:52 am
Okay, now think about this with me: what level of need would prompt someone to actually feel as if that need would be satisfied by stealing a trash can???? I’m not getting it.
Nevertheless…I’d be on the lookout for the culprit.
Oh, and BTW…in the future, just put out the black liner thingy. It’s what I do.
Comment by Nightfly — September 27, 2005 @ 11:06 am
Putting your name on the can thing doesn’t work, we still had ours stolen, or rather replaced in the stealth of the night with a crappy cracked trash can with broken handles. Best just not to invest in a nice one.
Comment by Le will — September 27, 2005 @ 11:07 am
See, Nightfly, this is what I’m saying. It’s a damn trashcan! And it doesn’t have the liner.. grrr.
And Le Will.. it stays in my apartment, albeit at the foot of the stairs, but it’s still inside. It needs to be not too ugly.
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 11:12 am
You could throw a colourful sarong on it or something while it is inside… Martha might have some ideas now that she’s a free woman.
Comment by Le will — September 27, 2005 @ 11:17 am
Well, that’s what you get for being flash with your trash! Trashcan envy, which leads to the inevitable mystery of the stolen dustbin!
😉
Comment by ms. mac — September 27, 2005 @ 11:40 am
Le Will: ROTFL
Ms. Mac… 😛
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 11:46 am
that is SO annoying!! I say stalk the can.
Comment by Moxie — September 27, 2005 @ 12:04 pm
I know!
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 12:08 pm
It’s either in your landlord’s garage, or the young punks who you tore a new asshole stole it.
It’s probably full of grain punch at a frat house right now.
Comment by Grampa — September 27, 2005 @ 2:26 pm
Do you know what I find interesting? Americans call it a “trash can” and Canadians call it a “garbage can”. …you guys say “soda” and we call it “pop”.
We’re so different it scares me.
(we had ours stolen about a month ago, as a matter of fact. I feel your pain.)
Comment by Kerry — September 27, 2005 @ 2:26 pm
Seriously though, how would they know it was mine? There were three trashcans out there. And if I find it, someone’s absolutely getting a new asshole. Punks.
Kerry… frightening. LOL 🙂
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 2:32 pm
Wait a second…maybe there’s something going on here that we’re not seeing. I mean, come on, cans stolen in Canada, the States…what about Europe? Or Asia? We need to do some research people!!
Comment by Nightfly — September 27, 2005 @ 2:47 pm
I used to steal trash can lids. The metal ones. We made shields out of them. Suitable for golf cart jousting.
I also used to steal inflatable Easter Bunnies.
When my mom sold the house and moved when I was 18, we found nearly 30 Bunnies in the attic.
Comment by Grampa — September 27, 2005 @ 3:05 pm
I really don’t know how to respond to that, lol. Inflatable Easter bunnies? God you were such a deliquent.
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 3:11 pm
You have no idea.
Comment by Grampa — September 27, 2005 @ 3:16 pm
I have some idea… Easter bunnies. I mean.. just… why?
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 3:33 pm
Probably for the same reasons that we threw apples at cars and shot Roman Candles at police cars.
Deliquents, baby. We did not discriminate.
Comment by Grampa — September 27, 2005 @ 3:42 pm
Huh. You know this is going to come back and kick you in the ass, right? Karma’s a bitch and all that shit. 😉
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 3:46 pm
I’ve already paid my debt to society, baby. I’m all about giving back now.
I refuse to apologize for the follies of youth. That’s what makes it fun.
When I have kids I plan to steal bunnies with them. If only to teach them how to not get caught.
Comment by Grampa — September 27, 2005 @ 3:48 pm
No apology necessary.
Except for when you call me to bail you out of jail. With your kids. 😛 😉 lol
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 3:50 pm
First, I’ll teach the kids to run really fast, then I’ll make sure they run away and I’ll take the rap.
I’d never rat on the kids.
Mostly.
Comment by Grampa — September 27, 2005 @ 4:00 pm
Uh huh.. fabulous plan. Foolproof.
:::eyes rolling:::
Seriously, I hope your kids take after their mother… And that she’s not the Bonnie to your Clyde. 😉
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 4:08 pm
tales of a mis-guided youth
Comment by andy — September 27, 2005 @ 4:27 pm
What, you have some? Let’s hear it.
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 4:32 pm
wait… did grampa correct a typo that wasn’t even a typo?
i’m very confused.
Comment by wendykat — September 27, 2005 @ 5:20 pm
She has a tendency to correct my posts and then not delete the post where I corrected myself.
She may have some minor control issues.
Minor.
Comment by Grampa — September 27, 2005 @ 5:45 pm
For the love of god. I.. see.. well.
OK, never mind. I have control issues. Sigh. 😛
Leave me be.
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 8:14 pm
All fixed now. Everybody happy? 😛
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 8:15 pm
Mostly.
Comment by Grampa — September 27, 2005 @ 8:33 pm
😛
Comment by the insider — September 27, 2005 @ 8:35 pm