Trash Tale

Haha. Ok, well this is one most unusual post but after having dealt with the situation for a good month or so I'm going to have to pen this down.

No one would ever dream of writing about a trash can. I'm probably the first (and last) to do so. It's one of those step-on-it-to-pop-the-lid variants which has been with us for the past 15 years. (Yes, that's a long time indeed). Point being that this bin broke sometime back, specifically the spring that yawned a black lid. After a little manoeuvering back and forth we'd managed to place a substitute for the spring. It came loose two days later. Kaput for the 2nd time.

Now there's no spring mechanism. Even after a survival package gone awry, people at home still follow the "feed the grey bucket" routine, oblivious to the crippled state of its grey body. The whole situation is quite odd, knowing how particular this household is with non functional units residing without a mend. No one's complaining either.

Sentimental value... for a trash can? Quite uncanny.