I just read an entry in a private blog concerning a neighbor that made off with my friend’s trash container, which in turn has reminded me of a tale of our own from some years back.
When our son, newly turned eight years old, was still in diapers we had a diaper genie for disposal, and had dedicated a particular many-gallon trash can to containing the contents thereof for trash collection. To put not to fine a point on the matter, no matter what we did or did not do, that trash barrel stank.
So one fine Sunday night we put three 30-gallon trash barrels out in anticipation of collection the following morning. Monday came around, and in front of our house were but two containers. I checked, but the others were still full, so it hadn’t been emptied and tossed to roll away up the street, as happened on occasion. We concluded that it had indeed been stolen in it’s full condition. Further investigation indicated that it had been the one dedicated to the diaper genie. And so it was that the thieves made off with exactly what they deserved. Quite literally, they got s**t.