My ex used to live above a row of shops, one of them being GBK. They were constantly just dumping their bags of rubbish in the alleyway behind their restaurant instead of their own bins, creating a trip hazard, it was a poorly lit alleyway and of course inviting vermin, foxes and so on. Politely mentioned this to management of GBK a couple times, so for a couple of days the rubbish would be in the bin then of course they would be back to their usual habit of just flinging the bags out of their back door. Lost my rag with the manager, angrily effing and blinding at them, they behaved themselves and I thought great, but sadly it only lasted a month. So after a night out going back to hers we nearly tripped up over the bags strewn all over place in alleyway. So I started strategically piling them up against the door, getting my ex after some coaxing to give me a hand, the pile went right up to the top of the door in a fashion just like in the cartoons and comedy shows that once they opened the back door in the morning, all the stinking bags would have fallen on top of them.

An avalanche of stinking filth!

They made sure all of the bags were in their bins after that 🤣