Dinosaurs in the driveway (again)

a fresh carcass this morningI awoke this morning to discover a fresh phone book on the sidewalk. Normally, this would not be news, but I so despise the practice of legalized trash being dumped on my property that I’ve taken to just letting the things rot there. It’s a silly protest, I know, and I’m sure my neighbors don’t appreciate it.

One time, I actually let one just completely disintegrate in the driveway. Each day, I noticed a little less of it, as the elements did their miracle. One day, it was gone completely. Ashes to ashes; dust to dust. Oh, the humanity.

The irony here is that I took the time yesterday to police the area and remove at least six of the yellow dinosaurs corpses in varying states of decay. Call it a rare flash of responsibility, but I did it. And all was well. Until this morning.

It seems that the phone book gods are watching my place and, upon noticing that I’d cleaned the area, dispatched a new one to reintroduce charm to my front entrance. Nice. A fresh carcass to greet me. Hence, the photograph posted here. I’m not sure how long I’ll leave this one out there.

And while I’m at it, the mailbox is increasingly taking on the appearance of a dinosaur as well.’

Hmm…

Comments

  1. You hit the nail on the head here. Ironically, I spent the majority of my free time yesterday doing the exact same thing, gathering old phone books and compiled junk mail (“you’ve been pre-approved for a loan!”). It truly filled an entire trash bag, and it made me sad to think of all that waste.

    If companies are going to randomly leave things on my doorstep, they ought to either pay for the space or be prosecuted for littering (in the event that it’s unsolicited crap). Legalized trash…apt name. I’ll remember that.

  2. oh, if you like the name “legalized trash” maybe you’ll also like the name an indiana gov’t official called a billboard- “garbage on a stick”.

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