For at least a month, I'd been finding my asshole garbage cans all the way at the end of my street every garbage day after collection. I knew it wasn't the wind because the recycling containers were still on my lawn, as were the lids to the cans. I began to suspect foul play.Turns out I was right. It was garbage day a few weeks later. I was in my garage futzing around as I heard the sound of the garbage truck stopping in front of my place.