One disadvantage of the time change

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This morning on my way out the door, I noticed that there was an empty rum bottle awaiting a trip to the recycling (which gets picked up on Monday). So I grabbed the bottle and walked to the curb just in time to be passed by a school bus. Stay in school, kids, and work hard! You, too may be able to drink lots of rum! Arrg.

I wonder, am I the only person who is embarrassed by her recycling bin? I wonder if the garbage men really care. . .

Comments

Tui Snider @mentalmosaic said…
Hehe! Cute story, next time be sure to wear your eye patch and stuffed parrot shoulder attachment.

I haven't done this in Italy, but in the states, I would occasionally leave a full six pack and a thank you card on top of the garbage after a big holiday. Just seems like the garbage folk need a nice surprise every now and then.
November 5, 2007 at 12:17 PM
Karen Jensen said…
That is the best idea I've ever heard! I'm doing that soon!
November 5, 2007 at 1:30 PM
Janet said…
So THAT'S why the rum is always gone!
November 5, 2007 at 1:58 PM
Mrs. G. said…
I have been known to shift the recycling bin contents around when family is coming for a visit. Hope the rum was an indication of fun times.
November 5, 2007 at 2:18 PM
Mrs. T said…
We have bottle/can deposits in Iowa. It's awful when you let it all pile up and then take it to the very store where your students work and you have a cart full of empties. Most of the time I make my husband do it. Sometimes I just recycle. Even better, we just go across the rive and buy it in Illinois, where there is no deposit.
November 5, 2007 at 4:01 PM
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