So my mystery man has been revealed!  He’s not the sandwich van man, he’s the garbage collection man!  (and wow is my Chinese bad!)  We live in a strange mixed zoned building.  It’s half office and half residential.  So some of my neighbours include an Ad agency and Jazz Fashions but also regular people on other floors.  Since it was probably originally an office building there are no garbage shoots, or areas to dump your rubbish, so you have to hire a service to come collect it from your door several times per week.  And that toothless smiley old man is our guy!

I never would have guessed given that he came on a Friday (collection is Tues,Thur and Sat) and that he was wearing a scooter helmet.  Would he really collect our rubbish on a scooter??   The answer is yes:

Strapping all the rubbish onto the scooter

We’re watching this from our window thinking: No, he’s not really going to take it on a scooter?!  Wait he is.  How is he going to ride it?!

Yeehaw!

Wow – this was our first collection so we had moving boxes, packing materials plus regular trash.  Had we known we’d at least cut down the boxes into smaller pieces.  What I really think about is Mips’ giant wooden pee stained cat carrier crate that needs to be tossed.  Is he really going to strap wooden box onto his scooter and ride that pee stained beast down the street?!