Looks like we got some interesting trash-ish items to dispose of! When you’re taking trash out early, might as well make it into interesting shapes, right? That way The Box won’t get lonely, although it might be a little jealous.
When you have an itch, you gotta scratch it! Can’t wait until the next pickup day, because ain’t nobody got time for that! Plus, Box was feeling lonely. Now Bag and Box can spill the tea until Sunday night.
After being gone for a few days (maybe a week), they’re back, and immediately chucked their trash outside. I imagine they had a pound of shrimp shells baking away the while time they were gone, filling the apartment with a delightful odor (IYKYK). Either way, the bag is safely outside where it can add more
Bin was left out of the party. Ditched, you might say. Poor bin! Oh well, their ride isn’t coming anytime soon: there’s no UberTrash service until Sunday night!
The Box is still there. This is a staring contest I cannot win. To add insult to injury, the “Rang” camera is back and the chime is set to maximum volume. Every time I walk by, it chimes. When I’m inside doing whatever, I can tell when someone walks down the hallway by the chime.
Another bag sets out on its journey, and the Box is here to see it off. The box hasn’t moved at all, but you can feel its despair at the situation. Trashbags may come and go, but Box is steady, constant and eternal.
We took some time off because we’re bored with our bleak, joyless existence, but the lure of the Box was enough to draw us back in, even if only for a short time. That’s right, the Box is still out there. Is it out of spite? Is it a dare? Is it unwanted? Is it
“I don’t care. I don’t care at all and I don’t care who knows it!” That’s probably what the voices are screaming behind the closed door, after the black bag was introduced to the box with little pomp and no circumstance. Did they at least tie it closed? Meh, what difference does it make? It
You know how it is: you get home from work around 5, and start making dinner. Now the house smells like fish and the trash is full and stinky. The last thing you want to do is deal with any of that, so you open a window to air the place out, bag the trash
At first it looked like someone had dropped off a large piece, then upon closer inspection—more like a cursory glance—it was apparent there was nothing but packing materials inside. Breaking down boxes can be fun, but I guess it wasn’t fun enough to make the effort. The trash guys get to deal with trying to
What do you do when you have a bunch of random junk you don’t want any more? Toss it out with the garbage, of course? Will it fit in the bin? Heck no! Just put it outside and someone will grab it. We’re talking q-u-a-l-i-t-y goods here! Printer of questionable functionality? Put it out! Water
One reason they want us to use a bin is so all the trash juice doesn’t get all over the walkway and make it look like an alleyway. But who cares, right? Trash in, trash out. 4304 gave me a nice view when I left in the afternoon: That “Rang” camera (Amazon knock-off) is looking
The disagreement has evolved to outright stubbornness. They refuse taking the box. 4306 isn’t going to break it or take it down themselves. Where will it end? 4304 is still playing the small bag game. And 4305 reverted to their old ways by forgoing the bin altogether and doing a twofer bag. You can see
4304 continues to toss small bag after small bag in the bin, somehow hoping THIS time they will take it all. It looks like the Valet Guys take only the top bag, which is technically correct (the best kind of correct). Imagine waking up and looking outside and noticing the very last bag you put
