My neighbor knocked on my door at 7:30 in the morning to tell me my trash cans were placed incorrectly.
They were at the curb. The lids were closed. Nothing was spilling out. But one can was apparently angled toward his property.
He demonstrated the correct placement using his own cans and a tape measure.
I moved mine because I had not had coffee and did not have the strength to become a neighborhood legend before breakfast.
Now I am tempted to put them out with a level and surveying flags next week.
Would that be funny, or would I be starting a war over municipal plastic?
This is why I avoid eye contact near the curb.
Anyone correcting trash can placement before coffee is asking for spiritual consequences.
Some people retire and become assistant manager of the street.
Put a little bow on the trash can next week.
Smile, say thanks and continue doing exactly what you were doing.
I would need the exact wording before deciding how annoyed to be.
Neighborhood authority is often self appointed and poorly trained.
My neighbor measured my grass once. We have not recovered as a society.
I would move them two inches the wrong way every week.
I support polite coexistence and deeply petty internal monologues.