Well, that's a new one...

We live in an interesting neighborhood. It is comprised of mostly older homes, as in 50+ years old...with the exception of the one that burned down, but that's another story for another day. All the houses are unique, full of character and stories. We are not like newer neighborhoods. There is no HOA, no real covenants, no major restrictions, no active neighborhood watch. Strange things happen quite often, which means it is never boring. We had someone taking our trash. Listen, I have no problem with this because it means fewer messes left by creatures of the night. What we would leave out would disappear by bedtime and in mysterious ways. And I mean 15 bags of trash and not one treasure to be found, other than maybe a half eaten doughnut. We came to find out later that the trash was being taken by someone associated with the aforementioned burn house. Another day, friends, another day.

Tonight we put our retired Charmglow gas grill out for the garbage men to pick up tomorrow. It has been one of the crappiest grills ever, so there was much celebrating as we rolled it down the driveway to its place near the trashcan. We went about our evening activities, had some dinner, cleaned up and headed towards baths and bed. So imagine our excitement when the kids came running, yelling that people were doing something to our trash. Like weirdos, we perched ourselves at the window to watch the latest neighborhood show. Let's just say two people, a sizeable grill and a Taurus make for one exciting show. During the process of loading, you can understand why we were biting our nails with a finger ready to dial 911:



I'm glad she was strong. Bless his heart, he about lost his pants three times. Of course we were poised and ready to cover eyes if need be. We could tell that this was not their first time treasure hunting on trash night. And, just for the record, I am not above trash treasure hunting and dumpster diving. You can find some good stuff. I am so sad for these people...this grill is not good stuff. As soon as they got in the car, my seven year old said, "This is not going to end well.". She's watched a lot of these with us. This is how it all looked as they were pulling off:



The kids were cheering as the car drove off, hoping the best for their treacherous journey. The hub decided to check if they made it as far as the eye can see. They did, but I am not going to be the least bit shocked if I run over "grill kill" on the way to school tomorrow. Our oldest, ever the worrier, is afraid we will get sued when the people find out the grill doesn't work. Our youngest feels they should have given us some financial compensation for their new appliance. Our middle is just fascinated that the grill didn't fall out five feet after acceleration. We are just glad that piece of junk is gone. God bless the trash treasure hunters. They take broken stuff off our hands and provide us with gripping entertainment. Wonderful!
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