Is he serious?

7am. Marla Truex Jr's first potty walk of the day. Of course we had to cross A1A ha ha.  However, on our way back to the RV, Mr. Perfect comes out of his perfect beach house. He is wearing a crisply ironed white golf shirt, ironed turquoise shorts and matching turquois flip flops.  He is returning his newly emptied trash can back to his perfectly manicured and meticulously landscaped front yard.  We are about 10 feet away from him and see him start cursing a blue streak.  " BAH! Someone put a dog poop bag IN MY TRASH CAN!" "BAH! MOTHER F*CKERS!" He actually dove inside the trash can, pulled out the dog poop bag and launched it into a pile of construction debris at the next lot.  Thank God I was holding a blue dog poop bag in my hand or he would have thought it was me and started to flip out on us.  What a weirdo.  I mean, isn't an outside trash can a better place for a dog poop bag then out on someone's lawn or something?  Dannnngggg.