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Every Wednesday morning I remember that Wednesday is trash day morning. For the first few weeks, the trashguy would show up just as we were leaving for work, so I could happily deposit the bags right into the garbage truck. It was fun. Gave Holden quite a larf to see it in action.

But then “the man” started coming an hour earlier. For the last few weeks, I'd drop Holden off at daycare, with a big garbage bag in the backseat, and drive to a special spot in town that hadn't had the garbage truck come by, and I'd get out, and, right there, the trashmanguy would round the corner and I'd happily deposit the trash right in the truck.

But this morning, he wasn't there. What was I to do? It's right in front of a big apartment complex, with 12 bags of trash right there on the sidewalk. One more wouldn't hurt, right?

So I sheepishly plop it right there and return to the car, when -- "HEY! You can't do that! You can't put your trash there!"

There's a half naked man standing at one of the doors yelling at me. Thankfully he was half-naked the good way.

So I said, "Yeah? Really? Are you sure? Trash on the sidewalk is public property!" -- thank you csi, though I don't think it actually added anything to my argument.

"I'm sure! Get it the F- out of here!"

I was tired and indignant, so I replied, "Really? You're really sure, are you? That I can't leave my trash with 15 other bags that will get picked up in 2 minutes?"

I really shouldn't have, but, what's a half naked crazy bald man going to do to me? But then I realized, he could do a lot. Like, he could call the cops or get my license plate, or, worse, come at me like a half-naked crazy bald man. So before he could reply, I said, "Fine! I'll just go put it in my bed and sleep with it!"

Who am I? This isn't me. I guess I need more sleep. or to remember to take the garbage out.

I drove around the corner and dropped it off at someone else's house. It’s ok, this is Canada, everyone leaves their big bags right there on the street.

…It has to be illegal, right? I mean, if people could drop off their trash all willy-nilly, then, the communists really won. We don't want that to happen.

But the alternative is to either have my garbage rot for a week in my bed while I sleep with it, or heavens forgive drive it to some dumpsite. Then the communists really really would win.

Well, half-naked man, I'm sorry. I mean, I really am. I'm a forgetful and lazy person, in regards to 7am trash responsibilities. I'm not claiming I'm in the right - I would though if after 30 minutes of looking online I could actually find some info on the subject. It's an elusive beast, this question, though in my heart of hearts I already know the truth.

So many times I've done this though, all the way back to my first house when I was a wee-teenager. When there just wasn't enough room in our trashbox, I'd, at 2am, go up and down our street finding a can that had room. It was like reverse thievery. But it's just mean; it has to be illegal.

Right? Come come, you’ve done it too, haven’t you? Or are you prim and proper and remember your 7am trash responsibilities?