Trash, Wind and Fire

It's been there close to a month now. A garbage can overflowing with trash, sitting on the side of the street waiting in vain to be picked up by the garbage truck which passes it by every week. I think it was abandoned there by the people who moved out of the house down the street. I'm not sure why they put it where they did-- not in front of their house, but about 50 ft down the street-- right beside my apartment. For a while I didn't think much about it. I assumed it would be picked up by Sanipac, the garbage company whose name is emblazoned on the side of the can. But then two Thursdays passed. The garbage truck came twice, picked garbage all up and down the street, and yet the abandoned can remained. Then the rains came, and with them brought wind. The wind blew even more of the garbage out into the street and, even more fun, up onto my porch. I decided to call Sanipac. Of course, I found out that they're only open until 4:30 and I work until 5:30 most days. I finally had a chance to call last Wednesday. I explained the situation and asked if they could come pick up the garbage can, explaining that it wasn't in front of any house but I gave the closest address and described the location of the can in detail (though it's not easy to miss.) The Sanipac lady said "OK. We'll come pick that up tomorrow!" and I hung up thinking "well that was easy." Tomorrow came and went. The garbage can remained. I called back Monday morning. I described the situation again to a different Sanipac lady and told her that this was the second time I had called. She said she couldn't find any record of my last call (Thanks! That's helpful!) but then after I gave another detailed description of the location, she said "OK. We'll come pick that up tomorrow!" That night someone set fire to the garbage that had spilled on the ground. (I live in a great neighborhood!) I was laying in bed and smelled smoke. In my half-asleep state I thought "oh, someone's having a barbecue. . ." not thinking about the fact that it was midnight. Finally I heard a commotion and looked out the window to see flames and a bunch of guys trying to stomp out the fire. They put it out eventually. But Tuesday came and the can remained. Today came; it's still there. Tomorrow is garbage day again. . . what are the chances that they'll actually pick it up this time?