I’ve got a great idea. Next time it is council pickup time I’ll set up a motion sensitive camera from my window and photograph people taking our crap from the pike, and make up wonderful back stories about why they need a rusty rangehood.
Best of luck to whomever took my dirty, broken microwave this morning. I hope you two have a good life together.
You can’t fight the great old Aussie traditions.
It was probably my dad…
Strangely, someone also took my dirty toilet seat. Which I put out into the garbage bin about a year ago. Which someone subsequently took out. Then unbagged. Huh?
Okay, that’s weird.