So, I live on a side street off a pretty busy street just south of Center City in Philly. And tonight...My FOURTH recycling bin was stolen. My fourth freaking recycling bin in the EIGHT months I've been living here. ONE RECYCLING BIN EVERY TWO MONTHS. I am so pissed, because this time...I literally JUST had it in my hands.
I put the trash out last night. Then, I forgot to bring the bin in this morning when I walked my dogs. Miraculously, it was still there when I went out just a few moments ago to walk them again. I picked it up from the curb and set it right beside my door so I would remember to grab it on the way back inside. Ten minute walk around the block...I come back. And where is my recycling bin?
IT's F***ING GONE. THAT'S WHERE.
Uuuuuuuugggghhhh! I feel a little better. But I kinda still want to strangle someone. I typically love where I live, but this shit is getting totally ridiculous. It's just a recycling bin, but...It's mine, goddamnit. And I've now spent about $40 buying different recycling bins over the last eight months. Where do people get off doing this kinda crap?
I put the trash out last night. Then, I forgot to bring the bin in this morning when I walked my dogs. Miraculously, it was still there when I went out just a few moments ago to walk them again. I picked it up from the curb and set it right beside my door so I would remember to grab it on the way back inside. Ten minute walk around the block...I come back. And where is my recycling bin?
IT's F***ING GONE. THAT'S WHERE.
Uuuuuuuugggghhhh! I feel a little better. But I kinda still want to strangle someone. I typically love where I live, but this shit is getting totally ridiculous. It's just a recycling bin, but...It's mine, goddamnit. And I've now spent about $40 buying different recycling bins over the last eight months. Where do people get off doing this kinda crap?
