Recycling
This guy was really annoying me.
There was a big skip full of rubbish from a neighbour’s house which took a couple of weeks to pick up which is a little annoying. And then this guy comes along to have a rummage through spread rubbish around the path and take whatever. So I’m getting to ready to open up on him in true 21st Century style. I’m going to call someone.
I have the council, refuse rapid reaction squad, community police and my MP’s phone numbers at my finger tips and I’m ready to go. But get this – he’s asked the neighbour for permission which annoyed me, and then, the really irritating bit, he tidies up after himself so that there’s no mess. So I can’t complain – that’s really inconsiderate of him.
On several occasions he takes his shirt off and goes swimming in the rubbish. His mate turned up with a van. I jade no idea that people did this sort of thing for a living. And then the skip, the van and the man with the rucksack were all gone. I put my list of phone numbers down. For now.
“So I can’t complain – that’s really inconsiderate of him”
Haha! I can almost taste your frustration! 😀
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Things like these don’t surprise me.. We have plenty of those around here.
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I guess it’s a sign of the desperate times some people are living….very sad…’tho of course your post title says it all too!
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It’s called dumpster diving…the shirtless photo gives me the shivers…
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I’ve felt that way–and always glad when something prevented me from making an irate phone call that wasn’t warranted because the misfit was acting with propriety.
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and here i thought that sort of thing only happens here…
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