At least Larry Bird is not my neighbor
I chose not to get mail today. I put in a complaint to the trash collection company instead. The garbage trucks are supposed to be able to pick up, empty, and return the trash can to its position without humans doing anything. However, in my neighborhood, I always see a human involved in putting the can into position. Half the cans are put back up on the curb, half are not. The ones closest to the mailbox always end up in the street. I decided I did not care to make contact with my neighbors' trash cans ever again after the last time. So, in my ongoing series (until now I didn't realize it was ongoing) about being thankful for the idiot neighbors that I have, today, I am thankful that my neighbors are human rather than aliens and named after professional athletes. Have any of you caught ABC's new comedy, The Neighbors ? I watch it online in the background while doing other things on my computer rather than making a point to record it on the DVR (it comes on Tuesday...