It seems that the weekend is the only time I can find to blog so I am just on a blogging binge...what can I do, I have things to say. I know I already ranted and I know it was lengthy, but I have another one. This one, though, will be much shorter. I promise think.
Trashy people get on my nerves. I know that in your mind you're thinking of scantily clad clubbers in pleather mini-skirts. Definitely trashy, but definitely not what I'm talking about. I mean people that leave trash around or don't throw trash away. We're all guilty on occasion of piling the kitchen or bathroom trash a little too high so I would be a hypocrite for going on about that, but I try to generally be clean. (I should note right now that this post has nothing to do with my roommates).
On Friday morning at about 7:15 I got on the elevator in my building to head to work. What greeted me (other than the arm chair that someone put there a couple of weeks ago)? Two bags of kitchen garbage. Seriously? We have an elevator and you're so lazy you can't even take your garbage to the dumpster? Nasty.
Our HOA is kind enough to to provide us with two garbage cans in the parking garage. They're really useful when you have a fast food bag filled with gum wrappers from your car or need to toss out your junk mail. Some people, though, abuse them, piling them high with Costco boxes and regular trash. Approximate distance from trash can to actual dumpster? Less than 20 steps. I checked. So, trashy folks, walk your big garbage over and threw it in so we can all utilize the little cans.
Gee whiz, I'm bugged.
