Did anyone read my blog back in 2009? HIGH FIVE sistas! I adore my long-time readers. Well, back in 2009, I wrote this post (see below). Then, read on for the shiz I can’t even make up.
September 16, 2009
When Bad Neighbours Happen…
Here’s a story that you’d have to live through to believe. (How many times have I said that?)
Yesterday began like any other Tuesday – Gossip Girl recaps, looking forward to hitting the mall, and garbage day pickup on my street. Sounds harmless, right?
Well, our neighbour across the street (whose name and address shall remain anonymous – even though I have a good mind to publish their private details across the interwebs) decided to sneak A CAN OF PAINT into their garbage. I mean, there’s a hazardous waste disposal centre about 2 km away, but I’m never surprised at how lazy people can brazenly break the law.
So… the garbage truck comes by. The garbage collector picks up their trash, and throws it into the hopper (of course, not realizing that there is in fact a paint can buried deep within their junk). Then the lever comes down to crush the garbage, and in the process, causes the paint can to EXPLODE.
And, it explodes all over my husband’s shiny black car, which is backing out of our driveway. Yes, that is white paint on a black car. Yes, his driver side window was open. Yes, we do have black upholstery inside. OMG.
To their credit, the garbage men (is that apropos? should I call them Waste Collection representatives?) sprung into action and helped us hose down the car, scrub the paint and remove all traces of chemical gunk. And, miraculously, we managed to remove it all, as we were quick and it was latex paint (phew!).
Now that the car has been saved, it’s time to get angry. Those wankers. …