The city of Phoenix supplies us with the wheelie bins for our garbage collection.
It came to my attention that our next-door neighbor, who, once in a while, generously puts our garbage can out on the street when they put their out, accidentally swapped our garbage cans once. I know that because theirs had a cracked lid and ours didn’t. When I swapped them back, the accidentally got swapped again! What are the odds would happen twice?!
In any case, the constant beating of our new garbage can by the garbage trucks ultimately had their toll on the can and the lid broke, allowing all the lovely garbage odors to escape. We contacted the city and they agreed to replace it, and here it is: our brand, spanking new wheelie bin.
It is a marvel of modern technology. It must be, because it came with instructions. (Click on the photo to enlarge.)
Seriously, are people so stupid they can’t work a wheeled container?
Speaking of wheelie bins, in case anyone in Australia feels like sending me a Christmas present, this would be very nice:
A cricket stumps sticker! What a cool idea! Bet that makes a lot of noise when you bowl a yorker.
(It won’t work on my fancy new wheelie bin, but it would work on my recycling bin.)
The “Out-For-A-Duck†beanie isn’t bad, either.