The Burbs

(Picture taken from the blog Things I Hate About my Flatmate

Being the caretaker in a building of twenty-four apartments can have its moments. Today, while walking through the building in search of random garbage, [things like toothpicks, pieces of gum, and fingernail clippings (I know, fingernail clippings??)] I came across a few things that made me step back a minute and contemplate, what the fuck were they thinking?

First, enter the laundry room -- a small place with 3 washers and 3 dryers -- where strangely enough, nothing stays clean for more than five minutes. On the wall a bulletin board -- sigh -- with two pairs of women's underwear nonchalantly thumbtacked to it. So I said to the guy doing laundry, "I assume these aren't yours?" Chuckle chuckle, "ya never know" he says (hopefully meaning that we never know about other people, thus excluding himself). So I threw them away.

Then, on the way back from the dumpster where I threw the thumbtacked underwear...
"Okay -- there's a giant portabella mushroom sticking out of the main office building's rent drop-box. No, wait, it's a giant chicken leg?" Pull the thing out, "yep it's a giant chicken leg; I didn't think they got that big. Holy shit, this can't be a chicken leg." Whatever it was, it had meat and rice on it and looked like an insanely overgrown chicken leg.

Since things like this are bound to pop up now and then (daily), I'll write about them when they happen.