seriously, who does that?

So last week, one of my roommates came into the house and asked if I had seen our trash can - as in the big City of Atlanta trash can. She said she'd looked all around the house and couldn't find it. I thought that maybe the trash guys had put it somewhere weird and out-of-the-way when they emptied it last.

A couple days later, the trash had started to pile up and really needed to be emptied. So my other roommate went looking up and down our street for our can. (I should note that the house number and first letter of the street are stenciled onto each can.) No dice. So she waited until the dark of night and then snuck out and put our trash in someone else's can. Heh.

By yesterday the trash was once again reaching an alarming and precarious height. So when I went out walking with Kelly that evening, we decided to look for the can. After a very thorough search of Home Park, we discovered it in front of a house on McMillan. Now, I don't know if the people in the house stole it or if some drunk prankster just moved our trash can for the hell of it, but seriously, who does that? Who steals a freakin' trash can? Sweet cracker sandwich people, what is wrong with you?

But now our trash can has been rescued and is sitting safely at the end of our driveway once more. And if it disappears again, and I find it at the same house, we are going to have some words bitches.