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This is a great little story 😀 Not to mention we get a deeper look in your neighborhood’s garbage culture.
What goes around comes around eh Nick? Remember that time when those ladies wondered into your house in the middle of the night or early morning with your garbage? Anyway for any other readers out there search for Nick’s “Oh My Gomi” posts(1 and 2) for the story. It surely is an LC.com classic!
Wow, Nick, your gomi sounds much more intense than ours – I can’t help but picture you as the block’s “Queen Bee” though lol! Pity she wasn’t home!
That is so awful. When we used to live in house in the relative countryside we had old people who used to do the garbage rotation. Every single bag that was not picked up was left on our doorstep, because apparently it must be the foreign wife’s problem. For the record, not one ever belonged to me. I just returned it to the trash area and let it sit. We were rarely able to throw our garbage out there anyway, since it was only open from 7 to 9 and we left for work before that. I am glad to get away from there and those awful neighbours.
Come on Nick. Let her throw her trash at your station.
I wouldn’t mind at all if the garbage men took it away, but they don’t.
Interesting that they actually leave some of the bags behind. I wonder if they count the bags and if there are too many for the number of people who use that station they just leave any extra behind?
Haha, like a one bag per family policy. That would be crazy!
interesting read, I wonder what her reaction will be coming home to see her bag on her doorstep
I found it. That is a funny blog. I feel so sorry for you having to do the garbage. We don’t have systems like that here.
I never obeyed trash rules. I was always the bad gaijin, because believe it or not it doesn’t matter whether you obey the rules.
Clearly, in this case, it does matter.
Obey the rules -> your rubbish is taken away.
Disobey the rules -> your rubbish sits on your doorstep.
You moved five times! Why?
Good question. Moving in with a girlfriend, then moving out again, moving up to a bigger place, then moving away for work, all different reasons really. I’m now on the 8th place – my own house – so I don’t think I’ll be moving again soon, thank goodness.
Let her use your garbage spot. Who’s it hurting?
I’m actually amazed that you have to go through the garbage though. Isn’t that the garbagemen’s job???
Brad, you’re the second person to say to that. But I’m scratching my head because I thought I made it clear that the garbage men didn’t take her rubbish away. You don’t expect us to just leave it there forever, do you?
The garbagemen’s job in Japan is to carry the rubbish away and dispose of it. The residents are responsible for sorting their own rubbish and putting it out in the right place on the right day. If someone screws up, it’s up to the person responsible for cleaning the area to deal with it – which is exactly what I did.
I thought you lived in Japan? Your neighbors must hate you if you don’t sort your trash! 😯
well whats the update, what was her response?
Response? No idea. All I can say is that the bag I dumped on her doorstep is no longer there. Maybe it’s in her flat, on her balcony, or lost in the mountains somewhere.
I don’t get it. Are you saying the garbage men already went through her garbage, found the same envelope you did, scanned the registry, discovered she wasn’t allowed to dump garbage there, and therefore left it in the garbage box for you to come along and follow the same process, and then pass the trash back on to her?
I rather doubt that happened. I imagine they just passed on the bag cos they randomly passed on it. So why not just leave the bag and they’ll get it the next time. Or perhaps you think they- like you- have taken a photograph of the bag and it is on their black list, and so they’ll never pick it up?
Going through the trash- I don’t know if there are laws against this- but it seems like a pretty invasive thing to do. Likewise returning the bag with a doorbell ring- pretty unpleasant. Why not just throw your hands in the air, say ‘shoganai’, and let it go?
The bags are transparent. They can see all the plastic, cardboard and glass in it. That’s why they don’t take it. Simple. Aren’t all rubbish bags in Japan see-through? We aren’t talking hundreds of bags here, Michael, and they are thrown in a tiny room about 1.5 meters squared. We pass the key from house to house each week and take turns opening it up, cleaning it out, using the cleaning stuff in the next room (also locked) to wash it all down before locking it again. Everyone knows who’s on rubbish duty. Everyone knows who has the key. Everyone knows who the last person was and who the next person will be. Japanese neighborhoods require membership. The neighborhood leader (hancho) collects fees from each person in the group and passes that money onto the “housing estate leader” (who also changes annually) and he passes that money onto City Hall who use it for rubbish collection and other services. I’m hancho this year which means I’m the one they call to complain to.
You want me to just leave her shit there forever? Hell no! Give me a break! Do you think I enjoy going through the rubbish? You expect me and my neighbors to do it every week? No way! Her rubbish is her responsibility, not mine. That’s why I gave it back to her. Wow, I can’t believe you’re giving me a hard time about something Japanese neighborhood customs require me to do. Jesus Christ. Don’t make me out to be the bad guy here, Michael. 🙄
Wao! I d have never imagine that a blog post about trash could have been so popular! 🙂 After 2 years living at the same place, our neighbor said (recently) to my girlfriend that we should be part of this local “gomi duty”. She waited 2 years to ask us! I did not even know about that as I leave home much before the garbage men come in the morning…