My day started off with the realization that I’d stolen my neighbour’s blue bin. On collection day this week, I came home to find my blue bin missing. Looking down the street, I saw that there were two in front of my neighbours house. I walked down and took the one I thought was mine – the one that looked like it had saw dust on the top. I don’t think anyone else is having a tree cut down on their property, so I wheeled it back to the house. This morning, I noticed that there’s an address written across the lid – and it’s not mine.

I’ll have to go knock on the neighbours door and let them know I accidentally took their bin. In my defense, it was dark out and there’s no way I could have seen the address on the lid. It was an easy enough case of mistaken blue bin identity. I’m hoping that the other bin that was on the sidewalk that night was mine and that the neighbour has that one to trade with me. These particular residents have a rainbow decoration in their backyard so I’m pretty sure they’re lesbos like us. I’m hoping we can get everything sorted so that I don’t have to file a missing bin report.

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