One Man’s Trash Is Another Man’s Trash Too
Last Friday, it was garbage day in my neighborhood. Cole and I took the garbage can out to the street nice and early. Later that day, I went to my data center and came back to the garbage can off the street. I figured that Candace took it up to the house.
But when I pulled in, I didn’t see the can there on the side of the house. (We keep it on the side because Cole’s poop+105 degrees+closed garage=a very smelly car interior.)
Candace hadn’t pulled it up to the house and it was no where to be seen. We just assumed someone didn’t want to spend the $90 for their own garbage can so they took ours and drove off. Alright, the positive part is we won’t have to move it next week when we get into our new house.
But yesterday, I come home and see our garbage can in our neighbor’s garage. They are new neighbors since Paul moved away. It’s a group of younger guys so I assumed they made a mistake and thought it was their can.
So, I went up to the door and the conversation went as follows:
“Hey, I think my garbage can may have been pulled up to your house on accident last week. If you guys just want to put it out tomorrow (other garbage day) then I’ll bring it back to my house after it is emptied.”
“Which can?”, they replied.
“The one with the wheels.”, I clarified.
“No, that’s ours. We bought it when we moved in.”
Assuming the good, I walked out there with them to be sure we were talking about the same one. Indeed we were. The one with the wheels and the name “Stucki” on it.
“Yeah, that’s ours.”, he affirmed.
It was a very strange conversation. I felt like a freshman in PE again when Darryl took my deodorant and said, “Yeah, I brought this in. My mom bought it for me.”
So, I just plan to bring the can back to our house after it is emptied today and hope that civility wins out. But if that doesn’t work, I’m going to drill a hole in the bottom put a remote detonated paint bag in the bottom of the can. If it ends up in their garage again….BOOM…a newly painted floor.
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My name is Brian Stucki. I live in Las Vegas with my wife Candace and my son Cole. Other interests include my company, my religion, sports, and learning about history.
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You need new neighbors.
Good luck Brian…keep us updated.
Forget the paint bag. Just tape one of Cole’s poop diapers to the bottom of the can where it can’t be seen and I’m sure they won’t want to keep it for long.
good thing your moving? i love the idea of a new painted floor. Great idea for such weird neighbors.
This should be handled the way all disputes should be handled…a swift kick in the shin and then run like hel…ck. Oh and if the retaliate, burn down their home.
I don’t know if this was supposed to be funny but I when I read it I laughed out loud for quite some time when you wrote “I felt like a freshman in PE again when Darryl took my deodorant and said, “Yeah, I brought this in. My mom bought it for me.â€
Grandma - I do need new neighbors. Here in a couple weeks it’ll be you and grandpa.
Dave, I took the garbage can and then went to California for the rest of the weeks so we’ll see what happens when I get back.
Bruce, That garbage can already smells like Cole’s diapers. That’s why I was so surprised they were willing to keep it.
Steph, that part was definitely supposed to be funny. Later Daryl and I became good friends and I made him buy me a new stick of deodorant.
I’m trying to wonder why someone would want a used deodorant…