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!
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