Today the adult son of my next door neighbor commented upon how rich I must be to use my preferred brand of laundry detergent. Now I know Tide with Downy isn't quite as cheap as Gator Suds but the real question is, how did he know what kind of laundry soap I use in the first place? Proudly he explained that he rummages through the neighborhood trash each Sunday night looking for things to sell on Ebay.
Well,what more can you expect from a man who's divorce settlement included a bar tab.
He went down his mental list of all the things he has scavenged the past few months including two computer monitors he was able to repair, some "vintage" board games and four or five bags of clothing. (Those I suspect were left out for last month's annual clothing drive for the poor but whatever).
The trick is, I was informed, to open the bags inside the trash cans because most pickers overlook that.
I find this behaviour a bit creepy. I never considered myself possessive regarding my trash but somehow someone going through my collection of egg shells and snot rags skeeves me out a tad. I don't mind if someone drives by and picks up stuff by the curb..as a matter of fact, I furnished my first college apartment by that very method... but I disapprove of the opening up of garbage pails and the bags within looking for treasures.
So I ask this, my friends...when do you consider your trash a free for all for people to do what they will and take what they want?