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Wednesdays' Weirdos: Trashy Winona

In high school on trash days, (when I wasn't too late/forgetful/groggy to remember,) I would roll the trash can down to the street before school and pull it back after school.

So one Monday of my junior year, I pulled the can to the street and then went to school. When I got home, I went to take it back behind the house, only to find the trash can was missing. I stood there perplexed for a moment, thinking, "I know I put it by the curb this morning. Where could it have gone?"

I checked behind the house to see if some nice neighbor had moved it back but it wasn't there. I looked at the next door neighbors' curbs to see if the trash men had put it by the wrong house. No luck there either. Weird. It was just gone. Trash cans don't just take off on their own, right?

trash can

Then weirder still was that 2 days later it showed back up by the curb. People tried to get me to worry about identity theft but nothing ever came of it. Ever. No one confessed, no one stole money from our bank accounts, and it never happened again.

Then, last week when Rob and I were cleaning the house, he asked me where the toilet brush was. I told him behind the toilet in one of the two bathrooms but he claimed it wasn't in either bathroom. I checked. And he was right. I looked all over. We cleaned the whole house. But its just gone. I have no idea how/why/where a toilet brush goes missing but there it is.

toilet brush

Making for this week's Weirdo: Trashy Winona (get it, cuz she's a shoplifter)
No idea why you'd want my trash or my toilet brush, but this weirdo did.

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