Last week an item of interest was abducted from the front of our house. It has been in our family for nine years and has survived having cat litter, dog poop, eight day old diapers, and other automatic items put in it for years. It never complained and did its duty. That is until last week, the Trash company took away our beloved stinky trashcan.

When I called in to investigate, the service rep on the phone told me that one of my neighbors must’ve stolen it. I do know all my neighbors and that’ll be pretty cool if they wanted to steal that stinky smelly trashcan, but they don’t. If you’re a believer in conspiracy theories, I know what you’re not thinking . Thank you, Waste Connection for having the model. The customer is always wrong.

I asked if I could have the trashcan back and they said we won’t be out there for another week. I asked the lady on the phone. Did you see the inherent problem in that? She is a seasoned trashcan pro and she did, but she did nothing about it. Thank you, Waste Connections.

Much to my surprise today we welcome in trashcan number 909 into our family. Brand new without a blemish..

It seems happy.

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I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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