I am that neighbor. Days after the garbage man has come by and emptied our Toters, mine are still sitting out on the street. Even though 99% of the people in our neighborhood have put theirs away, and even though I park no more than 10 feet away from my Toters when they’re on the street, I just can’t bring myself to put them away in a timely fashion. Sometimes, the wind will knock one of them over, and I still can’t be bothered to do anything about it.

Of course, under normal circumstances, I would never admit this to you, but someone has exposed my neighborhood douchebaggery to the world, so I figured I had better come clean:

I hate you, Google Maps Street view.

I am that neighbor. Days after the garbage man has come by and emptied our Toters, mine are still sitting out on the street. Even though 99% of the people in our neighborhood have put theirs away, and even though I park no more than 10 feet away from my Toters when they’re on the street, I just can’t bring myself to put them away in a timely fashion. Sometimes, the wind will knock one of them over, and I still can’t be bothered to do anything about it.

Of course, under normal circumstances, I would never admit this to you, but someone has exposed my neighborhood douchebaggery to the world, so I figured I had better come clean:

I hate you, Google Maps.