Since we moved in 3 weeks ago, the neighbors or someone has been putting their recycling cart in our yard and driveway. I have not met or seen this person who lives next door, all I know this that they have a tiny and loud dog. It happens about three times a week. I have been patiently and perplexedly moving it back. It seems they think we are very stupid, because they keep moving it in closer and closer until today…
Someone knocked on my door a few minutes ago, which I could not answer, because I was on the phone with Seattle Public Schools, but when I opened the door to see if there was a package, there was the neighbor’s bin, right on my doorstep. What kind of wacky sitcom-like misunderstanding is this? I walked back over and knocked on their door: no answer, only yap dog.
I had to resort to The Note.
“Hello, We are your new neighbors. We thought you should know someone keeps moving your recycling bin with your address on it into our yard. This is becoming a nuisance, so could you make sure your bin stays out of our yard? Thanks.”
Update! 8/27: The note seems to have done it. The recycling bin is now over on the other other side of their gate, about as far as it can get from our yard. Let’s see if it stays there. I cannot believe I had to explain to my neighbor that it was their bin. So now they will either hate us or hide from us forever, I reckon. Good times.
…whaaaaaaat? That’s… odd!
Yes, it is very very very odd. My life is kind of a Seinfeld episode today. DNW.
When does the recycling get collected? Maybe the collecting people are doing this. Oh, and welcome to the world of people-with-tiny-loud-yappy-dogs-living-next-door. It’s music to their ears, I’m sure.
It is not the collectors! I think it’s someone who picks up the resident of the house. I am having a wonder if maybe the old renters used it like hogs so the neighbors decided it was Someone Else’s Problem now.
Seriously, WTF? You are being stalked by a…recycling bin? Whoa.
Happy Friday!!!
PS my kids are in school already WIN
Nice, Dorrie. I am making mine clean today while I work. :D
Maybe the cat bin lady has a cousin in Seattle.
Leaving notes for your neighbors is a very Seattle thing, isn’t it? I suddenly am realizing what a Seattle kind of person I really am. If I have the number, I will also text my neighbors, rather than have to knock on their door.
I talked to my friendly neighbor last night, and he said he actually witnessed someone bringing the bin over “in a HUFF” in the last week or so. SO FUNNY.
AND THEN WHAT?!
I’ve been waiting to hear ever since! Did the bin come back again? Have you had to do a stake out? Oooh! You could pop Strudel in there with some eye [and air] holes and she could find the culprit!
p.s. It is I, @weirdturnedpro, from over Twitter way.
Oh hey Julia! It’s been nothing since my last update up yonder. Bin went away; did not come back. Hooray!
In a HUFF. Bwah! I would give my fictitious left nard to have seen their progression of facial expressions as they read the note. Apoplexy to sheepishness is such a fun transition.
We had a sort of opposite incident when we moved into our house; My husband was bringing the bins in and spacing out, and totally stole all three of our next door neighbors’ bins. Even though neighbor’s bins had their address on them. Prominently. Nice Neighbor came over the next day like “WTF?” and all I could say was “This was not the way we wanted to introduce ourselves to you.”
That is so much more gracious than what my neighbors have done, which is be invisible.
At our place we share the recycle bins which is all very lovely as neighbors except that only one person ever takes them down and brings them back up and that is my partner.
The other day, after chatting to my neighbor, and finding that neighbor drunk and bleary eyed for the third time in a row, I said to my partner – “poor R– , I think they might be an alcoholic”. No reply. So I said – “did you hear me, I said I think R– might be an alcoholic”. And he, totally deadpan said in reply – “I take everyone’s recycle bins down each week for them so I’m way ahead of you on that observation”.
I am not sure this has any relevance to your own story – just recycle bins, neighbors.
And again, poor R–.
Bubble Tea? You must spill the recipe/technique. Is my fave.
WHAT THE you are making my universes collide woman. I love that you are replying to tweets here.
That is the mad power of bubble tea.