Ugh… trash is always a hassle for me. Today, I ended up having to carry my trash bags with me to work and throw them away there. I know it sounds strange, but there’s a reasonable explanation. In Taiwan, the people driving garbage trucks don’t get out and collect trash bags left at the side of the street. Instead they play music loudly, always the “ice cream truck song” or Fur Elise. When people hear them coming, they have to gather up their bags of trash and recyclables and go out to meet the truck. Since the trucks generally come in the early evenings, but not on Sundays, that means that I’m at work every time they come. It’s also remarkably hard to find dumpsters here. My apartment building doesn’t have one, and those that do have building employees that guard them like hawks.