This morning I went out to deposit last-minute bags into the trash bin before the weekly pick up. When I opened the black trash bin cover, I discovered the can was almost empty. Just a few bags of dog stuff were inside. The one white plastic bag full of un-recyclable crud that was in the bin last night when I rolled it to the curb was gone.
We recycle everything, so only mangled, plastic wrappy waste goes into the trash bag that goes into the black void. I doubt that there was even a slip of paper with our names on it, since paper and bulk mail is eminently recyclable in the blue can.
I often wheel the blue bin to the street Monday mornings so that the trash pickers don’t go through credit card offers and discarded papers that have our names and address on them. But, I am at a loss about why anyone would want the black-bin trash.
My best guess is that a neighbor put something odd in their trash and used our plastic bag to cover it. I haven’t search near-by cans to test my theory, though.
I’ll just settle for accepting that sometimes living in the city is just so weird!