A handy device.
It can also be a bone of contention, if you take the tellurian factor into account.
This is a post with both a happy ending and a twist of audacity, coupled with utter frustration.
A veritable feast of tellurian emotions.
Love that word! And since it’s the weekend theme, I’ll throw that into the mix as well 😉
A few years ago all the houses in my suburb was furnished with a wheelie bin from the municipality.
Made a huge difference – dogs could not rip the bags apart anymore – now it’s just the human scavengers that can access the bins.
We let them – it’s a way of life here in Sunny South Africa.
To get back to the actual story.
Rubbish collection day is Friday.
I was home, so I heard them collect.
Go out a while later to bring in the bin – no bin.
Look up and down, went to a few spots that looked likely – not my bin.
Maybe whoever has it will either bring it back, or put it back outside.
Saturday, still no bin.
This morning though, after I dropped the kid off at work, come back, and pulled some weeds out of the pavement flower bed.
And there stood my bin!
Elated, I ran over there, happy to see it – having had visions of having to go and buy another one with my limited funds, or fashioning a kind of metal structure so that tellurian ( 😉 )animals can’t reach it…
As I roll it to my driveway, I hear something clinking inside.
What on earth?
It should have been emptied on Friday.
Now, bear in mind, I heard partying last night. Quite a bit of it actually.
Turns out, whoever had my bin, had their party last night.
And used MY effing bin for their effing empties!!
Happy ending – got my bin back.
Audacity – using my bins for their bloody empties – I don’t even drink!
Frustration – firstly because the bin was missing. Secondly because whoever had it was just a serious shit!!
Talk about killing a few birds with one stone!