scenario: garbage picker tearing through my bags of trash - i really don't care - but the jerk was tearing the bags open then leaving it all sprawled on the ground...
i go out there... brazen, ain't i?
hey, do you mind bagging it back up? i don't care if you take stuff, but if you leave it like this, then my landlords call me up at 2am and have me bag it up in the pouring rain...
and i hand him an extra garbage bag... and watch him bag up the remnants...
then he has the gall to ask me to go inside and get him an "extra bag" so he can take home the stuff he's pulled out of my trash...
no. dude. no. sorry.
but, so far, the garbage picking customers have been having a field day... even in the drizzle... and the inventory keeps heading toward the curb even at this late hour
in the next half an hour, it's going to be bags of clothes... i hate putting these on the curb (yes. i know about the salvation army. i sent 14 bags there back in 99. right now, i don't have time to do so...) because those get totally torn and thrown all over the street - i don't really have a lot to put out there clothes-wise though...
*sigh* break's over.
back to packin'

