The beeping of a reversing vehicle could be heard.
"The bin!"
He leapt out of his chair and into the back garden, grabbed the bin and wheeled it around the side of the house.
He got it to the kerb just as the bin truck arrived.
"I was just in time!" he said.
The binman looked at him with disgust.
"No you weren't."
"But I got here right as you were arriving."
"Not good enough. Now you'll pay the price."
The binman whistled and the vehicle's passenger door opened. A man who looked like he could bench press a small building stepped out and made his way over to them. He looked quite menacing.
"Now wait a minute."
"You know the rules."
The large man picked him up and threw him into the back of the truck.
His screams couldn't be heard over the sound of the machine compacting him along with the rest of the street's potato peelings and leftovers.
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