October 19th, 2005the saga of the trashcan thieves continues
I forgot to mention this yesterday, what in all the excitement of my parents ripping apart my apartment, etc., but my trashcan was missing again on Monday evening.
WTF people. Seriously.
It wasn’t my landlord and it was left on my porch yesterday afternoon, dirty, once again, with some sort of mud.
My dad would like to stay another week and have a stakeout, complete with weapons, motion detectors and pizza.
Alas, he cannot, as they leave on Saturday.
So he’s doing something else to it. I have no idea what, but he’s “formulating a plan of attack.” :::eyes rolling:::
Who in the hell is interested in a trashcan !? What do you put inside, darling ? because, aside of your empty bottlesof vodka and some martini from time to time… there isnt anything else…worth ?
Comment by Me, Myself and I — October 19, 2005 @ 12:49 pm
put a lojak on it. or, like some sort of alarm thing that goes off when it’s moved a certain distance from your apartment, though that would require laying lots of wires under roads…
Comment by wendykat — October 19, 2005 @ 1:10 pm
again?!? its getting restless
Comment by Prerona — October 19, 2005 @ 1:14 pm
Me: That’s what I want to know! And it’s only taken after it’s emptied, so it’s not like there’s anything in there.
Wendy.. yeah, we’re looking for a cost-effective solution that involves the thief in pain. Think Tazer. 🙂
Prerona… what is, my trashcan? You think? It’s possessed or something…? 😛
Comment by the insider — October 19, 2005 @ 1:21 pm
Maybe they are using it for some sort of satanic or otherwise nefarious ritual? This needs further investigation…
Comment by Le Will — October 19, 2005 @ 1:51 pm
I think I’m in love with your dad. Tell him to be careful, all right? 😉
Comment by anne — October 19, 2005 @ 2:22 pm
Just tape Razor blades to the bottom of the handles every garbage night (after you get it to the curb, of course). Then remove them in the morning before you take it back in.
Trust me. It’ll work.
Comment by Grampa — October 19, 2005 @ 2:59 pm
uh that or the garbage men will stop picking up her trash…
Comment by wendykat — October 19, 2005 @ 3:31 pm
Covert Trashcan Operations. Sounds like a job for a camouflage Mag-Lite!
Comment by ms. mac — October 19, 2005 @ 3:48 pm
Oh yeah, I forgot about the garbage men. Here in Hawaii, only the cities (Hilo and Kona) have trash pickup. Everywhere else you have to take it to the local transfer station and then they take it to the dump.
Comment by Grampa — October 19, 2005 @ 3:57 pm
Le Will… satanic? Like dancing and burning things? Ugh.
Anne.. ROTFL LMAO. 🙂
Grampa… I debated chaining it to the ground, during a momentary brain lapse, becauses I forgot that the garbage men (as pointed out by those smarter than I) wouldn’t be able to dump it in their trucks.
Wendy… exactly.
Ms. Mac… rotfl. Want to send one of your boys over? I think you need a mom break anyway, lol. 🙂
Grampa quit rubbing it in already. 😛
Comment by the insider — October 19, 2005 @ 5:03 pm
honestly…
here in hawaii..
oh that’s not how we do it here in HAWAII…
in my state of hawaii the streets are paved with naked women and lollipops…
uhm… or naked men. whatevs.
Comment by wendykat — October 19, 2005 @ 7:07 pm
Screw you, bead wearing, circle dancin’ hippie.
Comment by Grampa — October 19, 2005 @ 7:35 pm
Oh my god wendy, I’m dying over here. LOL
Play nice Grampa. 😛
Comment by the insider — October 19, 2005 @ 7:48 pm
don’t be jealous gramps. i’m sure there are plenty of hippies in HAWAII who could teach you to dance like me…
Comment by wendykat — October 19, 2005 @ 9:40 pm
ROTFL… probably true.
He does like tan, hula girls… but I don’t think he likes hippies.
Comment by the insider — October 19, 2005 @ 10:04 pm
What is it two against one day? Man, where’s English when a brother needs some manly support?
Comment by grampa — October 19, 2005 @ 11:14 pm
It’s always two against one, Grampa.
It’s a daily special. ;P
Comment by the insider — October 19, 2005 @ 11:45 pm
Get CCTV, dudet.
Comment by Augustus — October 20, 2005 @ 2:56 am
yeah – maybe. vodoo
Comment by Prerona — October 20, 2005 @ 5:58 am
HA! don’t you go expecting English to come riding to your rescue on a white horse there mister gramps. he’s usually laughing at us in his typical “i’m british therefore i am above all this” manner.
Comment by wendykat — October 20, 2005 @ 7:54 am
Your dad is awesome!
Comment by the guest — October 20, 2005 @ 9:18 am
Augie… CCTV? LOL.
Prerona… sure, voodoo. I like that. I’ll curse the thieves.
Guest… I know. 🙂
Wendy… lol, Grampa’s just in need of another male to save his ass. 😛
Comment by the insider — October 20, 2005 @ 10:42 am
My ass don’t need no males. Make no mistake about that one.
Comment by Grampa — October 20, 2005 @ 1:21 pm
Look buster, I wasn’t implying anything. You took it somewhere else entirely.
Maybe you are sleep deprived? 😛
Comment by the insider — October 20, 2005 @ 1:37 pm