Mundane
mist is participating in the "Carnival of the Mundane", and has asked me to post something of profound mudane-asity. This is the best I could come up with:
I noticed this morning that my Waste Management Professionals (we used to call them "garbage men") tossed my carefully-sorted and cleaned recyclables in with the regular garbage to be compacted, crushed, chopped and eventually dumped into the local landfill.
This bothered me, not because I believe in recycling (I'm well aware that, with the exception of aluminum cans, it costs more in terms of resources and energy to recycle most products than it does to create them "from scratch", so to speak), but dammit, if I'm going to take the time to wash out my empty wine bottles and peanut butter containers, I'd like to think I did it for a reason.
*sigh*
posted by NWJR @ 12:04 PM
3 Comments:
I recycle when I can. Recycling men keeps my numbers down, which keeps me from being completely slutty. Lately, I haven't been able to reboyfriend anyone.
mist: That's an...interesting...perspective.
Never mess with the trash people or pig farmers -- they both know how to get rid of bodies. I'd still rinse out my wine bottles and peanut butter containers if I were you.
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