I separate my recycling. Even though, at one point, I was told that the whole bin was upended into the back of the truck willy-nilly...I still separated the plastic from the metal from the paper. It just seemed like a good, pious, righteous thing to do. Some people mocked me.
We walked out of the house yesterday morning just as the recycling truck pulled up. They started emptying our bins (yes, I ordered a second one, fucking earth-mother-tree-hugger that I've become) into two different compartments and the guy looked up at me and said, "good job on separating your recycling!"
I practically beamed. A gold star from the garbage man. Mock me now, suckers.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
recycle guy gives me a thumbs up
Labels:
obsessive-compulsive,
recycle,
self-righteousness
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Eco-dweeb!
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