One Man’s Trash…

…is another man’s treasure. That’s how the saying goes, right?

Well, not in my world. In my world, one man’s trash is…definitely trash!

BJ and I own (well, it’s officially BJ’s but now mine through marriage-default) a condo in a nice building, in a nice part of Arlington, VA.  Included in our condo fee is an awesome management team, 24/7 security, and great amenities including a nice gym, party area and a trash room on every floor.  Because of the building and high-rent/prices in our area, there aren’t a lot of hoodlums that live in our building.  But…there are a lot of idiots!

Case in point: the (little) trash/recycle room on our floor.  It’s nice to have a trash room on every floor – I don’t want to go to the loading dock every time I have to throw something away – but keep in mind, it’s small.  It’s a place to throw away some trash bags and recycle some bottles.  It is NOT Goodwill (but here’s the url if you need to find one in the area – there are like 5 in Arlington  http://www.goodwill.org/)

Apparently, some idiot person on my floor thinks it is. And, because I tend to be a rule-follower, especially when it comes to the place I own and comfort of everyone that lives on my floor/in the building, this just pisses me off. To make myself feel better (and laugh at this person – I mean, what else can you do but laugh?!), I take pictures of all the hilarious things they think the can throw away in the very small trash room on our floor (and then I tell on them).

Enjoy!

No, I don’t want your broken column and/or your fake eucalyptus plant.

No, I don’t want your used comforter with stains on it.

No, I don’t want your broken suitcase.

And, NO, I especially don’t want your Hello Kitty paraphernalia

Disclaimer: This post is suppose to be funny (hey, it’s Friday!), not mean. I apologize if it comes off differently.

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