A New Kind of Joy Ride
Last night when I came home, I found a pile of trash piled up behind my Vespa. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the contents of our recycle bin. I then noticed that our recycle bin was gone altogether. Who would steal a recycle bin? The contents are what are worth some money, no? Don’t we get the blue cans for free?
Later my neighbor came to tell me what had happened. He said he was home early, around 2:30pm, when he saw a heavy-set teenage male walking down our street, talking loudly on a cell phone. He abruptly hung it up, and went to our side yard and picked up the bin and proceeded to pour out the contents. My neighbor started yelling at him, “Hey, what are you doing?” and the kid yelled some profanities back, and then HOPPED INTO the can and rode it down the hill.
Now, this is where my neighbor and I are lost. First of all, we live at the top of a pretty steep hill, high above any high school, and my neighbor has been here for over a dozen years, and doesn’t recognize the kid. Could he have been visiting someone else and needed a ride down the hill? Isn’t it easier to walk down hills these days? How is the navigation in such a thing? Seems pretty dangerous to me. I went looking for our bin at the bottom of the hill, nowhere to be found since all the neighbors down the hill had theirs out for pickup today. We needed a bigger bin, anyway.