Unfriendly way of collecting domestic waste

Somebody needs to tell the garbage collectors that Malaysia is a wonderful place for expatriates.

ONE of my neighbours practices birth control and, from what I can make out, has sex on a fairly regular basis. Another has shares in the XYZ Company, and yet another is suffering from high blood pressure. Yet I wouldn’t know any of these people if they presented themselves at my front gate. I only know fragments of information about them from their garbage. Used condoms, bank statements, expired credit cards and broken spectacles are just a few of the personal items that I’ve found lying on the ground outside my front gate.