My neighbor’s beanbag

Maybe someday I’ll write a children’s story with that title. It doesn’t have the fanciful longing of My Father’s Dragon, but maybe it’s appropriate for today’s lowered horizons.

I just thought I’d fool around with WordPress’s photo uploading and provide some commentary on life in Vegas. You’ve really got to see this–a sociologist could spin a whole article about anomie or something out of this.

One of my neighbors got tired, apparently, of his/her big ol’ beanbag, and decided to leave it out by the garage, in the place where we put our trash bins. It’s generally understood that items left here are fair game for anyone–if you want to get rid of something and think it has some residual value but don’t want to haul it to a thrift store, you just leave it behind your place and if it’s not total crap, it disappears.
beanbag from hell
But the beanbag is, apparently, total crap, since it’s been back there for more than a week, which means that it’s been through two trash cycles. We’ve got bi-weekly trash pickup here in Sin City, and neither crew took it with them.

A responsible homeowner/tenant might take the beanbag back in, slice it open, and slop the stuffing into several trash bags–they always take trash bags. But no, the beanbag’s just sitting out there, night after night.

To make things better, it rained this morning, which means that there will be an even more fertile home for the mold colonies that have already set up shop in the beanbag.
beanbag with mold

That’s not dirt–that’s mold.

The rooms in these houses are pretty small, so this probably took up at least half the floorspace in a bedroom. Or maybe it was festering on the back porch for a few years. In any event, it’s a bona fide eyesore now.

I thought this was the sort of thing that they had HOAs for?

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