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Tonight I took rubbish to the bin. Let’s not underappreciate the heroic strain of this feat. I’ve perfected the art of laziness, which is matched only by the intensity of my hatred for leaving the flat. I’ve been gathering strength and stamina for the errand for the whole day (while napping). Outside at the bins, I met a homeless person, who was inspecting the bins’ contents with a handy torch.

I’m a pathetic failure even in common social interaction, and in this uncommon situation, I thought hard what to do. Do I say hello and good day to the homeless man so as not to look unsympathetic? A good day might come out unintentionally ironic. Also, the man won’t be pleased with my rubbish, as it is mostly cat litter. Used cat litter. So I disposed of the rubbish, while the man remained undisturbed and apparead bizarrely content.

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Posted by Mara Eastern

I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.

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  1. Nice colours in the picture! We have them around town too. I say HI, they say hi. Not here, around the building, though.

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    1. I’m glad you like my rubbish 🙂 It took me a while to figure out that you were not saying hi to the bins but to the homeless. I was wondering what kind of bins would answer back 😀

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      1. *ROFL*!!! scary thought, either way!

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        1. Maybe voice-activated bins will be the next tech thing invented…

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  2. I too procrastinate about binning – and wait for someone else to do it. Or drop a heavy hint 🙂 It works

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    1. I’m glad I’m not the only binning procrastinator. I could drop as many hints as I like, but I doubt that my cohabiting cat would take the hint 😉

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      1. I’m fortunate I have two legged cohabitors – several of them in fact!

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        1. Two-legged helpers come in handy 😀

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  3. Moving story in a way – makes you think what you would do. The heroic would say I popped upstairs to get the man a sandwich but most of us wouldn’t. The rubbish issue is one I think about – is it only women who seem capable of understanding recycling of have some ladies have wonderful partners who are able to sort everything into the right bin – and remember which it was the next week?

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    1. I’m glad that you liked my little post. It might please you to know that my former husband was versed in recycling, he was even better than I – there was hardly any non-recyclable waste produced in the household.

      I know that there’s what looks like a good help centre for the homeless in my town, so I like to think that those unfortunate people have some place to go to. One would like to help, but you never know – after all, it’s a stranger who could be anything, including a murderer on the run 😦

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