When we moved into the house, it was stuffed with rubbish. This was wide and varied; from used condoms on the windowsill, to draws full of old video players, digiboxes and wireless routers. The one common factor was that it was all useless and worthless.
After a few weeks, we gathered up all the electrical items we wished to be disposed of, and gave them to the landlord who said he would be happy to get rid of them. He carried them out of the front door: we presumed to his car so he could drive them to the nearest council run tip to dispose of them properly.
This was not the case, as we discovered on putting the bins out later in the day. He had walked the rubbish round to the back of the house, and used it to completely fill the neighbours bins.
This happened again when he replaced the stair carpet (roll the old one up; stick it in the neighbours bin), and bore a remarkable resemblance for his method of disposing of the other rubbish that was around when we moved in (put it in black bags, throw it over the back wall into the alley behind the house).
What a great guy.
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