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?