The Conformity and Uniformity of a Suburban Friday

On my way to the bus stop this morning I turned a corner and couldn’t help but chuckle.

These bins, in perfect alignment, curving with the path. A true portrait of conformist suburbia.

Meanwhile, my bin stayed in it’s nook outside my house, away from the grime ridden clutches of the hard-working bin man. Screw you conformity!!! I am rebel!

Not really, I just forgot it was Friday. I put mine out when I got back home.