One time a guy was smoking crack or meth or whatever standing right behind my car as I was trying to back out of a parking spot, I politely asked him to move so I could leave and he apologized for being in the way and stepped aside
Our local addicts/dumpster divers are pretty chill about not making a mess. About the only time you can tell they've been around is when a trash bag is torn open but still inside our dumpster.
It's the lawncare companies with their fuck loads of grass clippings and tree limbs, and the HOA pieces of shit that drive across town to the poor neighborhood to offload all their giant ass cardboard that they can't even bother flattening, or like just large pieces of furniture and mattresses, that piss me off.
One time a guy was smoking crack or meth or whatever standing right behind my car as I was trying to back out of a parking spot, I politely asked him to move so I could leave and he apologized for being in the way and stepped aside
Sometimes meth addicts, the ones with the distinctly broken teeth, would rummage through my trash back in CA.
I approached them a few times, told them it's fine to look for stuff to recycle/sell, but to please not make a mess.
For the most part that solved the problem until someone else needed to be told later.
Skill issue.
Our local addicts/dumpster divers are pretty chill about not making a mess. About the only time you can tell they've been around is when a trash bag is torn open but still inside our dumpster.
It's the lawncare companies with their fuck loads of grass clippings and tree limbs, and the HOA pieces of shit that drive across town to the poor neighborhood to offload all their giant ass cardboard that they can't even bother flattening, or like just large pieces of furniture and mattresses, that piss me off.