Recycling games

There used to be a recycling center very near John’s house, but they recently shut down. His rural garbage collector doesn’t recycle. Meanwhile at my townhouse, I have standard city garbage and recycling. In fact, I have a very cute pink recycling bucket (available for free, by request).

John figured he could send me home with his recycling to put in my cute pink bucket. I was like – no way! Not happening!

He must of thought I was being quite obstinate. But he didn’t know how much effort I had already put into ripping boxes into small enough bits to fit into the cute pink bin.

Nor did he appreciate how very much cardboard I am storing. I’m already an entire year behind on ripping up cardboard into little bits and shoving it piece by piece into the cute little bin. This is why I didn’t want more recycling dumped into my garage!

I can’t even currently open my garage door. I think of it as an ineffective booby trap for would be thieves. Take that, assholes! Cascading cardboard! And here you were hoping for an unlocked car.

Buy hey – speaking of cars not in garages – what’s that there in the background behind the bins? A truck in my driveway! Oh yeah, John bought me a new truck! We can take the boxes to the recycling with the new truck! I don’t have to rip it all into little tiny bits anymore! Sorry, John, I guess you can bring me your recycling after all. BRING IT ON!

By the way – first frost of the season this morning.