I hate it when... I am late waking up on garbage day; as to leave our trash bags out over night, would be an open invite to be ravaged into shreds, all over our wonderful freshly cut lawn and driveway, by our neighbor from hell's inbred curs. Which are let out to crap all over our flower bed by the way, as we sleep at 2:00am. I rush off to grab our trash bags which are the economy pull strap type, with a wonderfully aromatic sent to give a false sense of cleanliness. In my haste I grab two plump bags in both hands, having stuffed 20 lbs of crap in each. To my surprise as I make it out the garage, the bags rip open from the pull ties and fall to the ground, spilling on my driveway. As the garbage men attempt to pass my sorry arse on, I am left kicking the crap further down my driveway to meet them at the edge of our freshly cut grass and side walk. Trying to stop the truck from continuing on, my ill fated attempt to kick the remnants of my garbage bags in front of the mechanical monstrosity, that seems to be operated by my neighbor's 2nd cousin twice removed, is scattered further down our street. As I see the truck turn and make its way around behind our block, the beasts of defecation from our block make their way up the street to pick at our vile strune decay.