Two (not tall) tales of the....

...dustmen. This particular hasher wanted to leave a tip (pun intended) for the dustmen. They came earlier than expected and our intrepid hasher was still upstairs as his bin was being emptied. Realising he had to act quickly, our hasher threw a fiver (yes, a fiver!) out of the upstairs window. Unfortunately, it fluttered down a few feet onto the flat roof below. Desperate by now, our hasher threw his wallet out the window to a neighbour to do the bizzo. Then came the retrieval operation and a broom was poked out of the upstairs window to try and push the fiver onto the ground.....suffice it to say that there is a broom and a fiver now resting on the flat roof!
Now is the hasher: (a) Migman (b) Wigwam or (c)......Pottsie ? Think hard, now.....

Tale number two is mine. Listen to the facts and decide for yourselves.....
EVERY year for the past ten years (at least) we have left a tip in an envelope taped to the top of our wheelie bin (or dustbin before they were issued). This year, what with the illness in the house, I forgot. We have a stainless steel milk container just behind where the bin goes. We've had it for many years. Last night after taking Cruisedog for a walk about 1 am it was there. The dustmen came about 8 am. An hour later, I went out to check for any post. Milk container GONE! Now as you know, I'm an old gambling man from New Orleans and I know the odds on anything you care to name.
My scenario? Dustmen arrive and horror of horrors, there's no tip for them. I don't have to paint you a picture, do I?