This week is bulk trash pickup on my street. I put two dryers, a crapped out workshop fridge, an old whipper snipper and some other complete shite out on the gutter. My neighbours all did the same. I crap you not, these aliens rocked up within ten minutes and out with tools in tow. the WS was gone stright away, soon as it hit the gutter. Some idiot took the drum out of the dryer (which worked), I was hoping someone would take the thing complete because it wasn't stuffed. Within 2 hours, the whole lot was gone. up and down the street, folks were rumaging through it all, some with trailers on the back of new fourbies, some with shopping carts and some doing the runner thing. After seeing this, I think I'll up that contents insurance. the speed and throughness was breath taking. Then again, I live at Port. Anyone else have cool or unusual tip turkey stories?
Yeah... its standard procedure up here in Sydney. There are packs of gypsies in beat-up old Hi-Ace vans who patrol all the streets and by the time the real collection crews arrive theres nothing of your original pile left. I'm pretty sure a lot of it ends up on eBay.
What also happens is you find the pile looks about the same size, but none of it is yours because people from outside the area come dump it with our piles. The thing that pisses you off about that is they leave stuff the collection crews refuse to take, (TV's, Car Batteries, Engine blocks) so you get stuck with getting rid of it !
I've seens people fighting over absolute crap ! Mind you, I did once walk across the street and haul home an old dresser in great condition once. It now adorns my entry hall and holds familty photo's and the 'phone and answering machine I bought off DjPete a few months back. Huge big old thing with dark stained wood, 6 drawers, ornate mirror and lots of detail in the woodwork. Once I got it home, I cleaned it up a bit and under the drawers was a burned-in trademark and a manufacture date of (drum roll) 1913 !
One of my ex g/f's suggested I should have it valued and the nice bloke reckoned it was worth between $850 and $1100. He offered to buy it for $900. I sure hope those neighbours don't come to visit !
The older I get, the better I was. Regards.... Rob
Yep happens here too in elb.
Sometimes you can pick up some good shit.
Someone I know a friend in Nsw does it with Tv's and radios and says that most of the time all that is needed is a little repair or tweak and they are as good as new again. Cheers,
Pete
Z Web World
Mobile Dj, Web Design,Photography, Bullshit Artist!
"I don't want a pickle,
I just wanna ride my motorsickle."
Arlo Guthrie 1968
Quote:Sometimes you can pick up some good shit.
Experience ?
Ive had a few cars that I have left out but nobody took them.
Im in an appartment building these days, bought the gf a new dyson vac (she has a thing about vaccuming so who am I to stop her).. Put the old one in the rubbish shoot room on our floor.. Came back into the appartment, grabbed a bag of rubbish, went back.. vaccum already gone.
A few years ago we were trying to sell our old EB2 Fraud and had replaced the old Teev with a new one. You have to pay to dump the teev so put the teev in the back seat of the Fraud and left them out on the front lawn, locked the first nights and then unlocked the next couple of nights. I must live in a very affluent suburb as they both stayed right where I had planted them. Ended up trading the old Foul Can on a Charade for my main girl to nip around in and found a hopper down in the industrial suburb near our place. You just can't find a decent crim when you want one.
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Talking of TVs and industrial bins, the cheif and I were dumping some crap in an industrial bin at work. I had an old monitor to go and it crossed my mind that I could hurl this thing and smash the hell out of it. I always wanted to smash a computer and here was my chance. So, (with said wife shaking her head), I lift it up above my head at full arms stretch, take a run up to the bin and toss it in as hard as I could. The monitor cord whip over my shoulder, wraps around the back of my neck and hits me full force in the forehead. I have no idea where I am. I hear the Chief laughing her arse off. With a huge welt on my head, I peer into the bin to see the thing still fully intact. I didn't take a second shot.
oh mate next time make sure the bloody cord is cut off.thats so funny sorry mate Regards Rob
never argue with a fool he will just drag you down to his level and he will beat you with experience
OMFG!! Glen you poor guy!! hahaha I would have taken a hammer to it! "Busa riders always count in three's.... 100, 200, 300"
I bought it on myself, I assure you. (Probably should have kept that one between me and Chief, lol). I could tell you the one when I took my section to see the mountain gorillas when I supposed to be patrolling the border. nah, better on the piss in Jindy.
Take a look at this. These guys can dink. No pun intended.
plastics are hard Edited by: glen66 at: 18/11/06 0:22
Glenn that is a classic!
See Bill Gates wins again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nice story... Cheers,
Pete
Z Web World
Mobile Dj, Web Design,Photography, Bullshit Artist!
"I don't want a pickle,
I just wanna ride my motorsickle."
Arlo Guthrie 1968
I have another one, a fav with the lads at work. get your tin helmet on, it's a warrie. You'll appreciate this one Grant. (In parts it will be a little disturbing too, don't eat).
Anyways, when Rwanda came up, I got the nod and with very little knowledge, off I goes with my little section from 2/4 in tow. It was as part of the advance party to clean up and secure the hospital facilities that the med teams wanted to use. As it turns out, medical personnel hold grunters in the lowest of esteem so we get assigned to cleaning up the various corpes around the joint. (the whole country had gone nuts). One of my tasks was to clear the fairly extensive morgue area. At the start of the revolt, the local authorites used it in the regular manner but after the toll began to climb, started stacking the bodies on the floor until it reached the roof. The whole room was a shitfight. The power supply was cut during the early days and lack of any cooling had made quite the mess.
So, down i go and we start the job. Originally, we had to walk around the building to the hole that a front end loader had dug in the hospital park. It is fairly hard to move bodies after composition has started in earnest. I got jack of it and took a ten pounder to the wall so that we could walk straight through from room to hole. This quickened it up and soon the hole was chockers. All that was left now was to fill in, mark the area and go. Since it was so full, I coud only get about 6 inches of dirt over the top. This wasn't an unusual circumstance at the time. Once it collapsed in, we would return and put more on. I figured that some type of investigation team would arrive and dig it up anyways. (didn't happen).
I returned the medical commander and he proclaimed that we smelt like shit and aren't welcome near his command. Since we had no other top cover and could only wash in a bucket, we had few options. I wasn't too happy that we didn't have a secure area to sleep. The only thing close to it was down at the morgue. Down we go. Rwanda had funny weather, kind of like Tassie. Wet, hot in the day and real cold at night. We position ourselves near the hole. It had trees we could hootch on too. I put up my hootchie (like a tent, kind of), nearset the hole becuase some of the younger guys had an issue with it. Like zombies where going to come out of it or something. I jump in the bag and I'm looking out at the hole. I'm yhinking about the zombie thing. lol. It gets really cold, drops a heap of degrees. I see some movement at the hole.
First thing I see, is a foot and then both feet come out of the dirt and point skywards. I guess we laif this guy flat but he was assuming his original position. No body, just the legs and feet, sticking out. A weird monument to self destruction.
I am looking at the shoes this guy had on. Some type of high top knock off. I get up and piss off piquet. I come back later and go to sleep. I wake up early and pack up my shit. There is something different about the legs but I don't notice immediatley. After a bit it hits me, the shoes were gone. Soemone had walked out on the squirming pile to steal this guys shoes. Must have been a popular brand.
The end. I got to sleep inside after that, the young guys were starting to freak out on me.
Making bike bits is way better. Edited by: glen66 at: 19/11/06 23:17
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