Zannon wrote:My wife and I call the local junk collectors "Aurora Jawas"...normal people would call them Mexicans in a stake-bed pickup.
I just call them Mexican Garbage Trucks. I like your term much better.
But I've got all of you fuckers beat.
In my old house (also in Aurora), we threw out our old ghetto patio furniture. I put it all out on the lawn and just as I was about to go put the garbage stickers on all the pieces, a guy rides by on his bike (obviously out scouring for "good" lewt), and asks if he can put aside the chaise lounge chairs and come back with his pickup in a few minutes to grab them (he lived up the street, evidently).
So I allow him to move those further up the driveway so that they wouldn't be taken by anyone else, and an hour later they're gone.
In the morning, however, I go to back out of my driveway, and lo and behold, THEY'RE BACK. The fucker tried lying in them after he got them home, and all of the plastic straps broke (I told you they were ghetto), and so rather than spend the money on garbage stickers for them, he brought them BACK and put them on MY lawn.
That's right. He was an Indian Trash Taker. The most pathetic of the pathetic.
Also, some dude in a fully converted van (complete with fringe!) came by and took the table and chairs.
