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Today’s THEY are the new renters that occupy the little teardown behind my newly renovated teardown.
I know they are new to the neighbourhood because I ran into one of THEM the other day walking his pocket-pet. Okay, it’s a cute pocket-pet, but the mice in the neighbourhood are bigger.
|Googled teacup yorkie.|
I told you… mice are bigger.
Last Monday, on garbage day, these newbies put out their garbage.
Let me interject and explain garbage day and how it works in this fair city of mine. We are all issued two regulation sized bins, which come in four sizes, S M L and Jumbo. One is for landfill garbage and one for perishable stuff. We also have a blue box for recyclable stuff. (that’s the short and sweet of it)
|Did you know 3 adults, 4 if they're all slim, can fit in the jumbo bin… just saying!|
Back to my gripe…
I roll out my bins the morning of - because that’s what sane people do. (Bin divers prowl the night before.)
We are NOT allowed to put bags of garbage out that are not IN the city authorized, bylaw approved, regulation sized bins. PERIOD - never.
Geez, does one need to be a rocket scientist for this? Survey says: YES, it appears so.
Okay, the renters (trust me I’m calling them all sorts of other things) are daft.
I think their excuse might be, according to the pocket-pet dude, that they have never lived in a house. Hmmm… okay!
It appears they’ve only ever lived in apartments… downtown.
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Now, all things being fair, the species living in apartments, downtown, in this fair city, do have different requirements for their garbage.
So, on garbage day, this past Monday, pocket-pet walker and his fellow roomies, put their garbage out… IN BAGS.
Whereby, the one million crows that have their flight path right over my house espied the feast and proceed to dive-bomb and dismember the bags.
Now, this isn’t even the gripe… because the crows saw the opportunity and took it. I like crows - they remind me of me!
My gripe is with what “the smart girl” said, today, when I called her attention, from my newly renovated back porch, to the disaster zone outside her back gate.
“Oh, um, well… I’ll have to check to see if we did this. I don’t think it’s ours.”
Okay… let’s just say I HADN’T seen you put the bags out on garbage day.
And, lets just say someone else left bags of garbage at your back gate.
Wouldn’t you have a little pride of rentership as you step gingerly around the mess in your fancy heels and get your non-existent broom out and clean it up.
QUITE FRANKLY, THEY DON’T GIVE A DAMN.
How do you think I would handle a situation like this?
1 - get my shovel out, and my rake. Would I rake the crap in a pile and shovel it over their back gate, letting it land nicely on their walkway?
2 - get my good buddy, the garbage truck driver, to report them for littering in the back lane? They can do that you know. Big fine too!
3 - knock on their door and read them the “good neighbour act”. This includes the intimidating “if you ever do it again” clause.
4 - anonymously send them the photo I took of them in the act. Yes, I’m sick… I know, but hey… good evidence is so important these days.
5 - All of the above AND blog about it.
Well, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?