No dumping

While cutting through suburbia on the way to the hairdresser yesterday I discovered a sign.  No Dumping.  A testament to community optimism.

The sign was on a light pole, on a pavement, in a completely developed corner of Vincent.  I'm staggered that enough people dumped their trash on that man's lawn that he felt it neccessary to put up a sign.

Dream with me for a second.  A builder has 2 tonnes of building waste to get rid of.  The tip is far away, deep within the 'hood (aka Amalinda), it's late and he wants to get home to his wife.  He decides to ditch his rubble en route HQ.  But just as he begins shovelling... he sees the sign.  Realising his error he re-clamps the tailgate and commits to making a more suitable arrangement, or at very least, to finding another lawn.  Really?

I don't think I'd be able to sneak that one past if I took a tramacet.  And you can sneak a lot past me when I've had a tramacet.