Some people's children...
So, yesterday was garbage day and in addition to towing the can out to the curb, I also hauled the Christmas tree out there, too. I had the vain hope that the garbage men would actually get out of their truck and throw my tree into the back. Nope. Apparently, they don't do that sort of thing around here. Mechanical arm grabs can, empties can into truck, returns can to curb, drives off, and repeat. But the three guys stay inside the truck (if this is the way they do it now, maybe we can fire one or two of the guys?).
I didn't worry too much, though. I know every year there is a tree pickup day or two in January and that sooner or later, someone will come by and pick it up. Along with all the others in the neighborhood. So, when I went in to work yesterday morning, I just left the tree sitting there on the grass next to the street. No problem.
When I came home from work last night, there was a second tree on my lawn. I was PISSED! REALLY PISSED! Who the flock put their GD tree on my lawn? I know it wasn't the Marine that is in the other unit in my building. He and his family just moved in, post-Christmas. That means that the dirtbag across the street or next door drug their tree all the way over to my lawn (the way our buildings are spaced makes this NOT an insignificant walk) and dumped it there. There is no sign on my lawn saying central tree collection point. I can promise you that. It would be different if someone had the courtesy to come over, ring the doorbell, and ask if they could throw their tree with mine. But, no, I get some anonymous jackass dropping their tree on my lawn for however long it takes to get it picked up.
I realize that this is really small potatoes in the grand scheme of life and a trivial thing to be mad about. But, I really don't care. It pisses me off! I really wish I knew who did it. I may go knocking on doors this evening.
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