The neighbors with the toilet in their front yard

This morning at around 8 a.m. someone knocked on our door.  I hate when people knock on my door.  I feel like I am forced to answer it because my car is in the driveway.  I hate that.  So I looked out our bedroom window and I didn’t recognize the person but he apparently knocked on the door then took 10 steps backward.  It was odd.  My husband answered the door.  When he got back in bed I asked him what that person needed and my husband said that the man just wanted to make sure he could have our toilet.   Ben installed a new toilet in our bathroom this weekend and put the old toilet with the trash by the road because today was trash day.  I live in an unusual part of town so this doesn’t really surprise me.  Nor does it surprise me that my trash wasn’t picked up by the City of Starkville.  I wish I knew why he wanted a broken used toilet.  I am thankful that we are no longer the neighbors with the toilet in their front yard.