Thursday, September 24, 2020

Defender of the Garbage Can

 One of our four garbage cans was missing. On a bright Monday morning I returned from running errands to find our Gelbe Tonne (the yellow one, for plastic) gone. Its former contents, fortunately all in plastic bags, lay heaped in a pile.

 Our neighbor volunteered that the week before, he'd seen a guy traipsing through the woods hauling a yellow trash can. The traipser was apparently lurking about somewhere taking trash cans on joy rides, abandoning them whenever he was tried of them.

"Oh, yeah," said my daughter, returning from school around lunchtime. "I thought it was odd someone had left a trash can up at the tram stop."

That's where ours had landed? My son ran up there, found our yellow trash can on the platform and rolled it home. Meanwhile the police, whom he'd called, appeared at the door, finding the trash can now where it was supposed to be. Was it damaged? No, but . . .

They'd keep an eye out for the guy, they said, and left.

Yesterday, my eagle-eyed and eared son heard a rusting downstairs and rushed out. The thief now had our "everything" trash container and was strolling up toward the tram stop. Keeping a safe distance, my son snapped photos and ran into the police along the way. They were glad to have the photos and confided that they knew who the guy was. Somebody using many recreational drugs.

Conversing with the trash cans too.

My son rolled our trash can home.

I have yet to check our downstairs area this morning but am glad that our attentive knight, Defender of the Garbage Can, is on duty!

 

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