Funny

After a beautiful day perusing around Southlake Town Square and a wonderful lunch at Anamia's, my mom gave me five boxes of stuff that have been crowding her garage.  So I came home and needed to find a spot in my garage to put them :o)  This started a mini project.  Our garage isn't dirty, just cluttered and unorganized.  I put a couple old chairs (one of the legs was broken and the once burnt orange chair was now a light tan) by the curb along with several old empty boxes we don't need, couple trash bags with actual trash in them, etc.  And success!  Garage is MUCH cleaner, not very organized yet, but at least now we can move around in there to start organizing.  So it was still pretty light outside...I would say about 5:15-5:30ish when I see a man walk up, take one of the old ratty chairs, then open an empty old tent box we had (which I had put a bag of grout that had gotten wet and was now a solid rock) just to make sure there wasn't anything in it.  I couldn't help but chuckle.  I mean, he lives two doors down...and I was still outside in plain view.  Isn't proper "taking someone else's trash" protocol you at least wait until the person has left sight?  And if you do decide to take it, you say something to your neighbor?  Not in Irving my friends.  Not in Irving.