I live just outside the city limits of my town.
The limit runs right down the middle of our road, and apparently, we're outside of it. The trash men won't collect our trash. My dad just collects it and burns it when needed.
I remember having a conversation with my dad about this once. Our talk ended like this:
"That's wack, Daddy," I complained, annoyance pinching my face.
"I know," My dad replied, tiredly adjusting his glasses.