My neighborhood is quiet and peaceful, not unlike hundreds of others, I imagine. One of the nice things is that we can put semi-useful stuff on the curb before trash day and they usually "disappear" before the trash service arrives. No problem. Someone has gotten a broken down bike, sawhorse, old patio furniture, kids toys, speaker boxes, and other stuff that way.
Last weekend, we brought home 3 deer and a hog after a successful hunt. It took us most of the week to clean, wrap and freeze all of the meat. Problem was, my uncle had to let me borrow an old cooler so that I could bring home all of the meat. It leaked. In my wife's car. And caused a stink that only Satan himself would be proud of. Or perhaps a weiner dog.
Anyway, I used it all week to hold the bags of fat, bones, and scrap meat/tissue until I could toss it out this morning. When I took it to the curb last night, I was VERY CAREFUL not to crack the lid, which wasn't attached by hinges anyway. Like I said, it was old and nasty. By last night, it was getting ripe beyond words. Maybe an interpretive dance could describe the smell, but not any human words.
My wife got up this morning before the trash service had arrived and immediately noticed that the leaky, broken hinged, nasty cooler full of rotten meat and bones was...you guessed it: gone.
So. To whomever took the cooler, I must say this: Merry Christmas! [<|:d>][puke]
-White Horse