I live in a city. I also painted my address on my new trashcan. I didn’t want it confused with the seriously dirty cans in the alley. It was stolen. These are EXPENSIVE trashcans. The city replaced it and it was stolen soon after. Thieves like clean trashcans and will look for the recently replaced cans.
Now that I work from home I recover it right after it’s emptied.
Jeez, y’all are lucky to get replacements. Where I live, trash is done by private contractors, just guys hanging off trucks. And they break bins, and we have to buy replacements.
The homeless people must be very small. The bins we’re referring to here are the individual bins provided to each household. Here, the recycling bin, for example, is around 3.6 ft high, and about 33 x 29 inches across. With the installation of flooring levels and stairs or an elevator, it could make a luxurious condominium for mice, but it’s still not clear why human thieves would be interested in garbage bins.
I think that Director of Utilities is the official title. He oversees just about anything non-political for the city including gas, electricity, sewer, streets, garbage, recycling, the city shop, … . About the only thing he doesn’t handle is elections, police, fire department, ambulance, and street lights.
Ours is pretty smart. The streets run between the houses, not through them.
We do have one street that, to the best of my knowledge, isn’t driven on in the course of a normal year. About the only people who know it is a street are city workers and a few members of the fire department.
And today, a shiny new bin was waiting for me when I got home. Actually two, my old garbage bin was damaged, so I requested a replacement for it too while I was at it.
Incidentally, they actually wrote my house number on them in Sharpie, probably just so they would know where to deliver them, but useful to me as well.
They are short, sure. There is probably some ISO standard for the size, but I estimate, as a 5.11’(ish) adult male*, I could sleep in one, knees bent. I often sleep in the fetal position anyway.
Not pleasant, but better than wet.
* I have a lifelong beef with god to just grant me 1cm to bring me from 182cm to 183cm, making me a six-footer.
Be glad you were born in a place using customary units.
As hard as it is to make 183cm ~= 6 feet, it’s even harder to make the metric round number of 200cm = 2m ~= 6’ 7"
I had the bad fortune to be born shorter enough than 6 feet that it was never that tantalizing “so close yet so far” that you have. But it does help when sleeping in small places.
That doesn’t really answer the question. What is the thief going to do with them? They’re garbage bins, FFS, and the ones around here are clearly marked as city property, regardless of whether or not the street address has faded or been rubbed off. What could possibly be the market for those things?