Dear person who apparently walked up my driveway, found my already-nearly-full trash bin parked out of sight between a shed and a length of fence and dumped your giant-ass bags of yard debris into it two days after trash-pickup day,
WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, DUDE?!
[ETA: Except that, on further reflection and investigation, I think those giant bags may instead have come from the guys I had out here working on my swamp cooler yesterday. Damn it. There's a great head of righteous indignation, wasted.]