The ugliest thing in every home. Somebody had to.

Our founder has a habit she can't shake: when a system is broken or boring, she redesigns it. Some people doodle; she fixes.

And then one Tuesday she was standing at the curb at 7am, holding the single ugliest object her household produces — a sagging, gray-green plastic sack of pure apology — in front of a house she'd worked hard to make beautiful. Every other thing she owned had been chosen. This thing had been settled for. By everyone. For a hundred years.

Taking out the trash is the most-repeated chore in a home. We do it hundreds of times a year, thousands of times a decade — and the object at the center of it has never once been asked to try. That felt less like a fact and more like a dare.

So: Good Riddance. Trash bags with prints loud enough to read from the curb, phrases that make you smirk at 7am, drawstrings that tie like bows, and real 13-gallon strength underneath all of it — because the joke dies if the bag rips.

We're founder-built and pledge-funded, which means no warehouse, no investor decks about “disrupting waste,” and no inventory of unwanted bags (an ironic landfill we refuse to create). You pledge for $0; if enough people vote a drop into existence, we charge the cards and it exists. If not, no card is ever charged and we go sharpen the designs.

Garbage day is a runway. We'll see you at the curb. ✦