Holiday garbage vigilance begins.
This is my garbage can. Well, my adopted garbage can. It sits outside...
Holiday garbage vigilance begins.
This is my garbage can. Well, my adopted garbage can. It sits outside my condo. And I'm claiming it as mine.
I share this garbage can with a pack of wretched scum who haven't yet learned that the trash goes inside the can, rather than on or around or _in relative proximity.
The city has placed a relatively new "NO DUMPING* sign near by. I've taken rake-and-shovel to the 10 meters on either side -- even sweeping the asphalt -- to provide one clean area of refuge in the alley. And yet they defile it still.
On Wednesday, the 25th of December, I know the real siege will begin.
This is my garbage can. Well, my adopted garbage can. It sits outside my condo. And I'm claiming it as mine.
I share this garbage can with a pack of wretched scum who haven't yet learned that the trash goes inside the can, rather than on or around or _in relative proximity.
The city has placed a relatively new "NO DUMPING* sign near by. I've taken rake-and-shovel to the 10 meters on either side -- even sweeping the asphalt -- to provide one clean area of refuge in the alley. And yet they defile it still.
On Wednesday, the 25th of December, I know the real siege will begin.
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