Sort of but I find I'm to lazy to really get passed noticing the bin is full.
I decide to wash my car. As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the hall table. I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the trash can under the table, and notice that the trash can is full.
I balance the junk mail on top of the already overflowing bin safe in the knowledge no one else can get anything in it and will be forced to empty it.
I look at the window and then the couch, longingly calling my buttocks.
The couch wins, the car can fuck off for another week and I order a pizza.