The Perception Of Being Earnest

I sometimes wish I didn't work on Mondays and wrote a blog about Mondays instead. Reason being, I could write about putting the bins out. I suppose I could put them out on Fridays but that would mean a whole weekend of inconvenience, having to relentlessly shuffle, back and forth, through the back alleys with weekend rubbish. 

Recently I was putting the bins out and a lady walking down the street chuckled to herself as she walked past. Obviously, some would say this could have been a mere coincidence and she was just laughing about a clip she saw on YouTube of a sausage dog eating a sausage, but I reckon it was because I was putting the bins out.

It is funny. I don't know why. Perhaps it's the earnestness in which it is done. It's the epitome of 'dull'. The grey and black plastic. The sound of the wheels scrapping. The ridiculous amount of waste we create. The non-emotive expressions we adopt. The heavy handed lining up of bins against walls as if they are about to be shot by a firing squad. 

Or, thinking more about it, perhaps it was that sausage dog clip. She looked the YouTube type and it is one hell of a hilarious clip.

The sausage dog from off the YouTube clip,
when it was a new born.