i took the garbage to the road last night and the bag burst . got nasty stuff all over my shirt . ugh , that 's the worst ! bright side - at least you were n't far from home that you were able to clean everything up , right ? no , my garbage can is 2 miles away . the smell was so strong that a herd of possums jumped me on the way back . * blinks * one , i did n't know possums travelled in herds and two , i am only hoping your day did n't get worse from there ? oh , but it did . when i was almost there ... almost ... a gaggle of ravenous hobos shanked me . i 'm not sure why , but it happened , i swear . bless it ! and you survived all of that to tell the tale ! and all of this over a busted garbage bag ! we got ta get you a better brand of garbage bags , friend . : )
Encountering a group of aggressive and potentially dangerous homeless individuals.