Annual Junk Day.

Every year the city we live in has a junk pickup day where they allow you to put all the big junk that you can't figure out how to throw away out on the curb. This is spectacular since it has made it possible to rid ourselves of the pool of shame. HOWEVER, it also brings out the trashpickers. I had only had the junk out on the curb for less than 15 minutes and already had a trashpicker browsing the pile. So far we've had probably a half dozen or more trucks stop and pick crap up. And when I say crap, I mean it. The P.o.S. literally smells like a really bad zoo (it was out stewing all fall, winter, and spring). We have (had, they are gone now) about 200 feet of 4' tall fencing which we took down upon the completion of our new 5' fence, some of the cheap-didn't-keep-the-puppy-out-of-the-garden wire fencing stuff, a computer chair, and some cardboard boxes. Not even worth stopping, but on they come, the cheapest humans on Earth, to pick through other peoples junk. It's like a garage sale where you don't have to bicker the seller down from $0.05 to $0.04! Sad.

Afterthought: we had two trashpickers come this evening DURING A SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WITH A TORNADO WARNING! Saddest.