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Dear garbage collector,

OH, FER GOD'S SAKE. OK, so my recycling items weren't in the Blue Recycling Bin, because apparently Husband can't be bothered to get the recycling bins out in the morning. But they were neatly stacked together and properly prepared. You had no right to blithely let them lying about on my doorstep.

YOU SUCK.

No love,
rainette.


So, no, my day didn't start well.

And then I took the girls to their busstop, and the lovely Aisha, their bus driver, appeared very nervous and stressed out because of some Arrogant Bastard who was honking at her and trying to pass her despite her flashing lights, cos apparently, our kids were Too Slow in boarding the bus, and why should we kiss them goodbye in the first place? It's not like they're going to the moon, now, is it?

And then all of a sudden Arrogant Bastard was passed by Oblivious Asshole, who ignored bus and flashing lights altogether and simply zoomed past as if we didn't exist. Aisha honked mightily; Arrogant Bastard honked too and then followed suit. And then Arrogant Bastard and Oblivious Asshole raced each other.

For approximately 3 seconds an a half, which is when (to our great amusement) they nearly collided with the impressively wide rear end of the garbage truck (and this is a narrow one-way street we're talking about).

The garbage collector, encouraged by our wild cheering, used a few crude gestures to express that rudeness would get Arrogant Bastard and Oblivious Asshole nowhere, and that they had better wait patiently and stfu, cos yo, the garbage wasn't going anywhere and he was in no particular hurry, and he wouldn't mind slowing down if annnoyed. Heck, he might even take a coffee break.

Nothing beats the satisfaction of seeing idiocy and lack of respect twarted.


Dearest garbage collector,

Shall I gift-wrap it next time?

Your friend forever,

rainette.