Tomorrow is the first of our twice-yearly "unlimited" trash pickups.
These unlimited days happen once in April and once in October.
So, basically starting yesterday afternoon, everyone in the neighborhood started putting all their accumulated crap out to the curb. You know, all the stuff they've been storing in the garage since last October.
You see all kinds of stuff - furniture, toys, lawn mowers - you name it, you'll find it at the curb.
Now this is all well and good....except, for the past day my neighborhood has been a haven for garbage pickers. [Now I'm sorry if that seems like a harsh term, but really...what else can I call them? Refuse surveyors? C'mon...they're garbage pickers].
It's like a parade of pickup trucks and flatbed trucks....all filled to the brim with other people's trash. It really is amazing (and somewhat amusing) to watch -- these people will stop and go through your trash as you're putting it to the curb. Even in the pouring rain. [Seriously. As I am typing this there are about 5 or 6 trucks that keep driving around my block and it's pouring down rain. One guy is even driving a U-Haul].
Maybe it's just me being weird - or maybe I'm a snob - but I cannot imagine wanting to drive around neighborhoods and stopping to go through someone's trash. It just creeps me out.
I even made Kevin bring in our bags of trash until tomorrow morning --- I just don't want anyone stopping and opening one of the bags looking for a hidden "treasure." [Someone DID take our old lawnmower and a broken fax machine that we put out].
So glad this unlimited trash pickup only happens twice a year.
[UPDATE: It's now 10:30 at night and the truck parade is continuing. Seriously, freakisly odd].