Simply complex

So let's take a break from the complicated things and focus on the complexly simple. How does one through away a garbage can? If you put it out to the curb, the garbage men will just think it’s an empty garbage can and leave it. You can try putting a sign on it that says “garbage” but the collectors will just think it’s a garbage can and leave it. The only possible solution I can think of is waiting at the curb for the garbage man and then holding a conversation with him about how the garbage can is now also classified as garbage. What a strange conversation. I personally avoid conversations with my garbage man. He seems very angry, and would probably not take my garbage can as it would need some sort of garbage can collection sticker that the town sells for five bucks.

This thread leads me to another thought. Why am I in my mid thirties and have never had the need to throw away a garbage can? It feels like a weird obstacle to be facing for the first time at this point in life. I don’t think that it is a challenge I care to solve either. I will continue to use my “garbage” garbage can that squirrels have chewed through and that fills with rain water even when the lid is on. Life is too short to try to figure out how to transform garbage canisters into garbage themselves. F the squirrels who brought me to this conundrum.


Here is a little Munich pic at Schnieder Weiss beer hall. Sweet Aventinus: