Has your dumpster ever disappeared? Don't ya just hate it when that happens?
I came back from work and ye merry olde Dumpster was just gone. Normally on trash day, it's right there where I left it ... or at least where the garbage truck threw it. Not today.
Mrs. Skeeter thought someone had stolen it.
"Why would anyone steal a dumpster?" I asked.
"To throw away more trash!"
I suppose it's an artifact of our comsumer culture that someone would have so much stuff to throw away that they would steal my hapless, yet relatively environmentally-friendly Dumpster. It was dark, so I got the little flashlight and went looking for the purloined dumpster.
Occam's razor. "entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem." Could there be a simpler explanation?
This is Oklahoma after all. Flags sticking straight out from their flagpoles as the wind came sweeping down the plain and blew the hat off my head. The Dumpster has a large cross section for catching wind ... especially where Mrs. Skeeter backed into it with her car. Dumpster's got wheels that roll .. and roll ... and roll.
I followed the wind down the street around the corner and out toward the pond. There, where the ducks were quacking soft and low, I found it. Can you believe that this evil beast in my Dumpster by Day?