Salford Shitty Cnutsil
When I was at Uni I got a letter through the door of the house saying they were changing the collection day for our rubbish (I think it was from a Wednesday to a Thursday, but it was one day later anyways).

Verily I resolved to put out the bag one day later. Except I was woken on the earlier day by the bin lorry going past.

"Fine," thinks I, "they are doing 2 collections to cover the fact that people may not have read the flyer (what with it looking like junk mail an' all and covered in other Cnutsil propoganda about how they recycle an' all).

Nope, bin bag remains un-collected. So I phone. "No, sir, you will have to take it back in and put it out next week."

"Bite Me! I put it out on the day you said."

"Well it will be classed as fly-tipping. You will get a fine."

"Prove it."

Bin bag was moved to other side of road next to derelict factory. Council twunt shows up, rummages through bag (no doubt having been tipped off by my phone call) and can find nothing with my address as I am a paranoid type and own a shredder. Departs.

Bin bag remains there until the following week, by which time the local foxes have spreak most of my Kentucky Fried Gizzard remains across the factory frontage.

If they can send someone to come and check for identifying information while wearing the full gloves, smock, paper mask getup, surely he could've just put the bag in the back of the van afterwards and taken it away ... Oh who am I to think that would be sensible ... ? Instead they then sent another bloke with same outfit and one of those 'picky-uppy' sticks to clean up.

Length? Most of the street.
(Dionysian Aut viam inveniam aut faciam, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 9:08, Reply)