We got home last night from a dinner date at 6:45 pm.
At 7:30 pm, we received a frantic “Can you bring…?” call from The Niece.
Backing out of the garage (because of course we can bring!), we discovered a most unpleasant scene: some yoo-hoo had driven down our alley and played Knock-A-Rubbish-Bin with his (or her, I suppose) bumper.
Our bin was on its side – nothing compared to our neighbors’ bins. Trash, bins, paint tins, you name it, scattered throughout the alley.
A comment and a question:
- Comment: If life is at all fair, the culprit’s vehicle was duly smeared with the icky side of the furbabies’ litterbox.
- Question: Why couldn’t they have knocked over our mailbox, which I actually want to replace?
it is like losing a pair of sunglasses you WANT to lose. You don't. You can't get rid of them. Now, if it is the really nice pair of shades … well those are the ones you can never find!