There was a forty five gallon barrel at the end of my driveway I would keep trash for the garbage pickup people to dispense with.
Somebody stole it.
A day later I read with interest the following headline, “Recession’s good news: Cities see burglaries fall”
Last weekend I read another article that stated suicides were on the rise. People did not know how to cope after losing all their posessions and not having an income.
Goes to show you where priorities are, doesn’t it?
To those people who stole my garbage can, enjoy it. I hope it serves its purpose well.
Just don’t kill yourself because you took something that was not yours as you couldn’t afford to buy one.
I don’t wish that on anyone. A garbage can is just that, an object, a possession.
A life is a little more important, don’t you think?
Your sarcasm, irony, and acerbic wit are delicious. I really enjoyed this bit.
Hi Yousei Hime;
Glad you enjoyed it
I got my feathers ruffled for a nanosecond this morning and came running over to Your room for familiarity and comfort. Love this post….yeah….stuff is stuff is stuff. I’m gonna be a teeeny bit off topic here, but it does have to do with stealing. Odd. I was accused by an artist (whose site I only visited once because he/she came to mine!) of ‘pinching’ something from their site. I seriously don’t even know what they’re talking about. They said I could keep it. I don’t even know what ‘IT’ is. I wrote back a nice reply and decided not to play into whatever their drama is cause I REALLLLLLLY am clueless. I’ve never stolen anyone’s art or words. They flow out of me constantly. I have more than I need on any given day….I create because I want to, because I can’t stop. The idea of stealing anyone’s expression is ubsurd to me. Okay. Sipping coffee, drinking water, and as Kokot reminds me to do constantly….breathing….I Thank You for letting me vent and will now go about my business of making my morning rounds.
Sigh. Have a Great One Ichabod and Cheers and Namaste All.
Hi miss bliss;
With the billions of thoughts and arts working its way around the web, it is not inconceivable that your creativity and inspiration closely resembled another work, without intention.
On the other hand, the other party is remiss in not informing you of what it may be in order to discuss it.
You and I are aware of the people in this world who come from the Twilight Zone, we just have to deal with them
Speaking of similarity, when I was young, my wife and I went grocery shopping. We got separated and I saw her bending over the produce stand, so I stepped up behind her and patted her on the derriere.
It was not my wife. Talk about embarrassment. If people can make these mistakes with people, it may happen with other things too.
Oh ICHABOD! Can I just go back to bed? And declare an official do-over????!!! I MISUNDERSTOOD THE PERSON! It really bothered me so I went to their site only to learn that they’re contending with a HEAT WAVE and that my painting reminded them of the VERY HOT SUN they have grown weary of! That’s why they said I could keep it!!! Oh my, my. Ah well. If that’s my stupidest moment of the day, God bless me.
It was worth it thought to hear the story of You patting the wrong woman’s derriere! Thanks for Being there and Cheers and Namaste!!! Walking out of Your warm, comforting room having a good laugh at myself. 
You two are absolutely priceless. I have my “why is that woman chuckling to herself” chuckle of the day. Thanks.
Ichabod’s priceless! I’m just crazy! Thank Goodness I’m amusing someone!
Maybe someone not rich enough to receive the stimulus bailout money needed a place to live, so they took your trash can. The big ones are kind of roomy.
Hi Marianne;
And I was planning on using it for an extra bedroom