The Bin.

We live on a quiet street, it is not a main road, and over the decades that we have lived on this street, it has always been acceptable if any one of us, for any reason was to put a bin out on the road outside our own home, no one would ever move it, even though we didn’t know why it was there.

Sometimes it was put out into the road, because they or we were expecting a delivery van or a skip. Then that would be it for the rest of the year.

Some have never put a bin out, ever they have had no need. But the mutual respect was always there, it’s a nice street in many ways.

In January this year a man moved in 4 doors from us, he seemed like a nice friendly chap. I don’t know his name, but when we see each other we smile. My Husband Paul always has a cigarette standing on the front door step and he misses nothing, he knows nearly everyone on the street as they pass him by, some stop and have a chat, some just say, “Hi,” in passing.

Now because the new Man did this all of the time, he was not in line with the ‘norm’ of the street, so Paul told me other car users would move his bin that was there constantly outside his house, when he was out, they would move his bin back onto the pavement and park their car, where the bin was, after all, he doesn’t own the road.

One day, Paul came and said, “He had left his bin in the road again and someone parked his car leaving the bin still in the road, then another person came and also parked their car, both of these drivers didn’t move the bin and the bin was in a very tiny space between both the cars!”

When the Man who was really taking the pee, arrived home, he was gobsmacked when saw that his bin was still there where he’d left it but now 2 cars had parked VERY close to it from either side. Paul said, “His face was a picture!”