Yesterday was trash day.
Occasionally on trash day, I'll put something out on the curb which in my estimation is light enough that it's in danger of being blown away. If I didn't care about my trash blowing down the street I would just toss it with everything else, but I'm usually very careful to do my best to weigh it down, or wedge it between the garbage can and lawn clippings, or something like that.
Thus I was a little disgruntled when someone's bag blew down the street and landed in front of my house. Just at the right spot so everyone driving by would think it was mine. And before I had the chance to go pick it up, it blew open and started strewing shredded paper scraps all over my lawn.
It pissed me off. It really made me want to find out where it came from. So I went and picked it up and brought it inside.
The thought came to me that if I could piece together a few pieces of shredded paper, maybe I could get an address. Sounds stupid right? That's the whole point of shredders, to get rid of that stuff. So I started the big puzzle that was someone's shredded documents.
It took me about five minutes to get a name, address, parts of his wife's medical bills and the VINs from both his cars.
I really feel like sending him an anonymous letter telling him to be more careful of his garbage and to thing about investing in a better quality cross-shredder.
Think that's out of line?
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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.
