Dear former homeowner.
Feb. 6th, 2008 07:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theweaselkingI can understand leaving some last-minute garbage behind.
I can also totally understand leaving behind the dresser that you said you'd leave, and maybe even the king-size bedframe that you said you MIGHT leave behind if your friend couldn't take it out in time. Those, you informed us of and we told you having them would be cool.
However, you moved out before noon on a day when garbage was collected at noon.
There is no excuse for leaving:
sixteen bags of garbage, filling the garage so full that my car would not fit in until today.
The dresser, two other dressers, an "entertainment unit" that weighs more than 100kg, multiple tables, and an area rug that stinks of cat piss.
Potatoes. No, really, what the fuck, potatoes?
Many large pieces of broken glass. Were you COLLECTING them?
A full-sized heavy bag in good condition (KEEPING THAT!)
A regulation basketball net, portable (Neighbours with young children want it. PS, they hated you. A lot.)
A waist-high stone pillar.
Two very large bookcases.
A child's sled.
SIX MILLION THINGS WITH HAPPY FACES ON THEM NO REALLY WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK.
An oriental screen.
An electric "soup cooker". Really, it's like a kettle, but specifically for soup. I don't know.
A giant suitcase filled with old shoes and mothballs.
The Lion King Interactive Board Game And Playset (unopened)
A hockey stick (untouched, unfortunately shooting left. I shoot right)
A few dozen other things, I'm sure, that I don't remember.
Yours truly,
John
PS: finally got my desktop plugged in again. 493 messages. The internet loves me. I don't love you. I think this means I'm better than you, or something. Either way, you should feel bad, because I want you to.
PPS: As soon as we find the cable that goes with the camera, I am TOTALLY posting It Came From The Lint Trap.
Because it did. And is scary.
I can also totally understand leaving behind the dresser that you said you'd leave, and maybe even the king-size bedframe that you said you MIGHT leave behind if your friend couldn't take it out in time. Those, you informed us of and we told you having them would be cool.
However, you moved out before noon on a day when garbage was collected at noon.
There is no excuse for leaving:
sixteen bags of garbage, filling the garage so full that my car would not fit in until today.
The dresser, two other dressers, an "entertainment unit" that weighs more than 100kg, multiple tables, and an area rug that stinks of cat piss.
Potatoes. No, really, what the fuck, potatoes?
Many large pieces of broken glass. Were you COLLECTING them?
A full-sized heavy bag in good condition (KEEPING THAT!)
A regulation basketball net, portable (Neighbours with young children want it. PS, they hated you. A lot.)
A waist-high stone pillar.
Two very large bookcases.
A child's sled.
SIX MILLION THINGS WITH HAPPY FACES ON THEM NO REALLY WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK.
An oriental screen.
An electric "soup cooker". Really, it's like a kettle, but specifically for soup. I don't know.
A giant suitcase filled with old shoes and mothballs.
The Lion King Interactive Board Game And Playset (unopened)
A hockey stick (untouched, unfortunately shooting left. I shoot right)
A few dozen other things, I'm sure, that I don't remember.
Yours truly,
John
PS: finally got my desktop plugged in again. 493 messages. The internet loves me. I don't love you. I think this means I'm better than you, or something. Either way, you should feel bad, because I want you to.
PPS: As soon as we find the cable that goes with the camera, I am TOTALLY posting It Came From The Lint Trap.
Because it did. And is scary.