The Case of the Can

We recently got brand new, HUGE green garbage cans from our trash service. In a land of racoon raids, it was a welcome gift. Now we can finally get rid of our 15+ year old garbage can that has a big hole in the bottom. How did the big ol' hole get there in the first place? Well, this particular can has a bit of history.

You see, at our old house, someone stole our garbage can. I couldn't believe it! Who in the world would want my smelly old garbage can? It was there at the end of the driveway when I went to the grocery store but had vanished when I came back.

I thought to myself, "What has the world come to? People are stealing garbage cans now? Moral decline! Outrage!"

About a week went by and the car needed to get a tune up at our friendly mechanic who has a store at the end of our street. Shawn has been taking his cars there since he learned to drive, so they know him well. As soon as he walks into that temple of testosterone, they all bust out laughing. They said, "Hey, man, did 'ya find your garbage can?"

Shawn replied suspiciously, "How do you guys know my garbage can is missing?"

By this point the mechanics who work there can hardly speak because they are laughing so hard. Finally they said, "Man, your wife came barrelin' down the road with your garbage can hooked onto the bumper! It was shootin' sparks out the back! And then when she turned the corner it flung off and rolled into the ditch!"

Sure enough, Shawn found our garbage can in the bottom of the ditch. All the friction from dragging the can down the road at 45 miles an hour, melted away part of the plastic all the way through the bottom of the can.

*Sigh*