It was a pretty typical house. One story, front lawn, porch, fenced in back yard, attached garage, 13 trash cans… Wait. 13 trash cans? Who the heck has 13 trash cans?! These days, at least in California and Arizona, we all have city issued trash cans. I have two - One for recycle and one for all other trash. My mom has 3 which I thought was excessive. I am not even sure what the third one was for. But THIRTEEN?? What could all those possibly be for? I mean, trash pick up is once a week. I have two teenage boys and I don’t even generate enough trash to fill one much less 13. Sometimes I don’t even put them out when I am supposed to because they aren’t full enough to worry about. How can ANYONE fill THIRTEEN trashcans in one week? I looked around for clues. They had a standard two car garage and did not see any extra cars indicating that they might harbor 100 people in the house. I did not see piles of toys to indicate a mob of trash generating children. No signs of hundreds of dogs or cats. Total bafflement.
About this time my kids were trying to push me along so we could keep walking and I resisted-
“but, but… Why would they have 13 trash cans?”
“Never mind Dad! Life is full of strange things. Deal with it!”
Out of the mouth of babes…
We kept walking but I snapped a picture. It is a little hard to tell from the photo how many there were but you CAN see at least ten.
And, a month later, I am still thinking about it. And it still bugs me. I mean, I hate taking out the trash can on a weekly basis and I am pretty sure most people feel the same way. If I had to take out 13 trash cans on a weekly basis I would end up in the loony bin again.
Wait, did I say “again?” I meant… I didn’t… I’ve never been in…
Rant over. Signing off!