So this is what happened...

I thought about what i should do for a minute and then climbed out of my car and asked nicely, "can you stop going through our garbage please?' And what happened next could only be described as a barrage of profanity so shocking it was absolutely hilarious. "It's on the street, it's not *!@% yours anymore," she said. "You little *!@%. It not your property now, i can do the whatever the *!@% I want. It's on the *!@%-ing street." And so on and so on. I stood there frozen, mainly because her voice was so freaky. She could have been one of the natives on Skull Island with that voice. She was loud and scary and completely mental. Then a voice shoots from our bedroom window which faces the street on the second floor. "My car is on the street, is that yours too?" Doug heard her freaking out on me decided to chime in. They get in to this crazy exchange where they're yelling back and forth and he is totally patronizing her and she's cursing the devil out of him. At which point I jumped back in my car for a quick get away. When I got upstairs, she had gotten in her car and was driving back and forth screaming maniacally and shaking her fist at our window.

We had a big laugh over the psycho garbage lady and my only regret was that I didn't have my camera. I've seen her around the neighborhood since that day, digging and ripping all the trash bags in other dumpsters.

Then a couple of days ago I heard some voices outside the window, I looked out and there she was. Back again, but this time with with an accomplice. So I did what any compassionate, God-fearing woman would do. I grabbed the camera and took pictures from my balcony.