About a week ago, a strange residential mini-dumpster showed up on my front curb (just like everyone else’s — Montgomery gives each household a mini-dumpster to roll out to the road up to twice a week for trash pick-up) .  It wasn’t mine.  Wasn’t my next door neighbor’s.  I saw him in the yard Sunday afternoon, and we commented on it.

Monday is trash day.  I looked up and down the street, and every house had their own trash receptacle out.  As far as my eye could see, every driveway had it’s own green dumpster waiting patiently for the trash truck to come gobble it’s contents.  I still had an extra one.

While walking Hershey, I decided what to do.  We got back home, I took out a sheet of paper and a Sharpie, and I wrote, “I’m Lost.  Take Me Home.” on the paper and taped it to the front of the stray dumpster.

When I got home from work tonight, the dumpster was gone.