Front Wheel Drive

Yesterday, I had a 6 p.m. meeting about 35 minutes away from my house and 45 minutes away from my job. I left work a few minutes early in order to run home and pick up some after work clothes to wear at the meeting. No sense in wearing heels for another two hours.
I got stuck in the parking space outside my office. The wheels just kept turning and turning while I remained at my job. It took some fanciness before I finally pulled out of the lot.
My street is an insignificant little drive. The city crews will probably shovel all the snow into the base of my driveway today, trapping all parked cars in their un-roofed igloos. It didn't matter though as yesterday's snow fall had made turning onto my drive treacherous and pulling into my driveway impossible. After much aggravation and wheel spinning, I parked my car the best way that I could, albeit crooked and not flush with either side of the street, and shoveled my driveway. About forty-five minutes later, I walk into my house and brush the snow off my pants and decided "to hell with my meeting."

I pulled the trashcans across the 40ft driveway. I had only shoveled half of it. And placed them out front. This morning, I heard the sanitation department and this is what I saw out of my window after they had left.
<= My neighbor's house

<<another neighbor's front yard.

^This is the front of my house. Do you see the picture that does not belong?
Go back and review the first two pictures.
Do you see it now?


Okay here is a close-up picture of my front lawn. Not the devil's strip owned by the city but MY FRONT LAWN.
Do you see that damn trash can lying on the walkway toward my FRONT DOOR?
There are so many scenarios of what could have happened that I don't want to think about it.

Madness.