But no, I can land that stuff in the kitchen trash can everytime. So, clearly we're talking about a special repellent force that the bathroom trash can has. I have no other explanation for the pile of bathroom detritus that gathers AROUND the bathroom trash can.
(Yes, I am a pig. I launch something at the can, it doesn't land IN the can, and sometimes I just leave it there for a day or two. Or three. Or when faire is over. Let me assure you, it's not because I delight in squalor. Or even because of The Lazy. It's pique, pure and simple. FINE. You just lay there, NEXT to the can.)
But, really, thanks to one of my colleagues, I have found a new use for this bathroom trash can force: Install it on the toilet seats in the ladies room so that when some expletive deleted expletive COW pees on the freaking seat, it's repelled right back up at her girlies.
That'll fix her.