No one in our street puts their bins out until my husband does. On the one time he couldn’t remember which one went out, he looks out and 3 houses had all of them out. Then he remembers, 10 minutes later you hear all the correct bins being wheeled out.
It’s hilarious. I call him the binfluencer. I should take a photo.
It’s not really on honour to be leader of dickheads but I give him a pat every now and again.
Another interesting fact: Neighbours watch him mow and whipper snip the nature strip and come and compliment him on what a great job he does which I find fucking weird. He once received a gift for doing such a great job. Quote from the guy across the road “I admire what you do here” as he hands him a large bottle of extra strength weed killer.
No one in our street puts their bins out until my husband does. On the one time he couldn’t remember which one went out, he looks out and 3 houses had all of them out. Then he remembers, 10 minutes later you hear all the correct bins being wheeled out.
It’s hilarious. I call him the binfluencer. I should take a photo.
The street binfluencer should get an honorarium or public holiday. Songs should be written for them, for they are the quiet heroes.
It’s not really on honour to be leader of dickheads but I give him a pat every now and again.
Another interesting fact: Neighbours watch him mow and whipper snip the nature strip and come and compliment him on what a great job he does which I find fucking weird. He once received a gift for doing such a great job. Quote from the guy across the road “I admire what you do here” as he hands him a large bottle of extra strength weed killer.