Why do I still Live in this Town???

I think as I'm trying to warm up from chasing down my garbage can... Check out my weather pixie, the wind is for Portland, double that for the wind where I am, in beautiful Fist City! I've always said I love the wind, I've lived here all my life so I'm used to it, yadda yadda...

So imagine my irritation when I wake up this morning and think, "it's garbage day, better go get my curby before it blows away again!" and come out to find my garbage can is a ½ mile down the road!! Ugh, get my hat and keys (cause I'm sure as hell not walking down there!) and go pick up the can in the Vulva...

Incidentally, the curby is right where I left it, full of recycling, next to the curb. They probably didn't think it was organized enough, although they throw it all in the same truck mixed together anyway!!

Picky Bastards...