I’m such rebel (No, this is not about Harry Potter)
MrZ and I cleaned out the garage this weekend, creating about 5 or 6 more bags of garbage than our can will hold. The city will pick up big items on the side of the street, and lawn trash, but in terms of simple bags of garbage? They won’t get it unless it’s in the bin. (Has to do with what they do with different items.) So – I asked my friend Stace if I could come over to her apartment complex and throw, just a bag or two, in her dumpster.
I know! That’s so evil of me! I used to hate when people did that in the complex I lived in. Especially around Christmas when it was full to the brim anyway. But – this is an emergency. It is totally justified. See? I have out of town guests coming in and the garbage must be gone! I don’t want them thinking we live in filth (A certain, possibly hungover, girl in Atlanta is laughing at that right now and thinking, “Yeah. That’s what I’ll think.”) That’s a good reason, right?
So – I intentionally woke up at 4am this morning so I could use the cloak of night to hide me as I drove over to her complex and threw my trash in her dumpsters. Seriously. And I was scared as hell the whole time that someone would catch me and, like arrest me or something. My heart was beating ninety miles a minute and I felt really guilty for using this dumpster when I didn’t live in the complex.
I got to the dumpster – RAN up the stairs with my bags – threw the bags in and ran back down, constantly checking to see if anyone was watching. I jumped in my car (that I had left running, of course) and pealed out like I had just robbed a bank.
I. AM. SUCH. A. DORK.
I mean, seriously? I woke up at 4am to sneak and throw garbage in someone’s dumpster? And I felt guilty about it like I was breaking a law? This reaction to such in insignificant infraction proves how boring my life is. I totally need to get out more. If this is the most excitement my life has seen in a while – I’m pitiful.
BUT STILL – Can you believe I did that? I’m such a rebel.
I’m still moderating all comments to keep some rotten muggle from popping in and leaving spoilers about book 7 in the comments.
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I can’t believe you did this! I knew you were going to, but your shady way cracks me up! Hahaha AWESOME!
Speaking of dumpsters, my back yard borders a rather large church parking lot. On the other side of that lot is the church’s dumpster. That dumpster gets emptied at about 4am every Tuesday. Yes – 4 AM. I have no guilty feelings about using that dumpster to dispose of a few things every now & then as compensation for tolerating the racket created by emptying that stoopid dumpster at 4am. What’s gone in there? Paint cans, 2 buckets of ancient driveway sealer, an old tire, and 2 deer carcasses, bagged, of course. I loves me the neighborhood Lutherans.
This is exactly why we all need invisibility cloaks.
Dude, the “big items” crew always picks up extra bags of garbage that we leave on the curb. We have two bins, but the whole remodeling thing results in extra bags of garbage over and above that very frequently. Just put it at the curb next time, you criminal!
I’m laughing at the things we freak out about these days. The other day I was wondering if the recycling guys would reject a water bottle with an inch of water left in it.
OOHH!
The mental image of you racing around sneaking garbage into an apartment complex is highly entertaining!
Tell me, were you wearing all black, with like a hat and everything?!
That is hilarious. We are moving and have spent the past couple weeks scouting dumpsters all over town. A box or bag here, another there… leaving our trail of trash all over the place. And every time, it’s this giant stealth speedy mission, so nobody will see us…
You know, all that sneaky action of throwing garbage bags into other people’s dumpsters in the middle of the night throws up a lot more suspicion than just having old garbage clutter in there…
I’ve dumped mostly furniture in apartment bins before. Which I feel guilty for, but I usually try to find one that isn’t very full.
When I lived in my first apartment, I swear there was a guy who LIVED in our dumpster. I’d leave my leftover take out on the edge of the dumpster, so he could have a nice meal. Sure enough, it was always gone within a few minutes.
That’s hysterical, BUT it is exactly how I would have been acting had I had to do the same thing…