Well, I just spent about 15 minutes going along my block collecting my recycling (I have two cans, one for mostly newspaper, and the other for everything else). The "everything else" (mostly cat food cans, some pop cans and plastic milk jugs) can was laying on its side across the street while in the distance i heard what i assumed was one of "my” cans rolling (or sliding, because i usually crush them) down the street. As I lightly cussed Mother Nature under my breath I began to gather my recycling to my bosom. I put the first load in my plastic trash can, and dragging it, went looking for more. I found cans for a half block on both sides of the street. I thought about leaving them but I figured that’s not the way to be a good neighbor. So I gathered them while trying not to make too much noise as I tossed them in with the already captured recycling. Then I brought the can in (along with my elderly neighbor’s recycling which was also in the street). Nature made a hash of my recycling efforts this night..
Recycling Gets Blown to Hell
By OldSouthEndBrdy - Posted on January 30th, 2008