Thursday, June 12, 2008

¿Reciclaje? ¿Que reciclaje?

Translated, I think this says, "Recycling? What recycling?"

This morning as I came downstairs to eat breakfast, I saw the trash truck pull up. For some reason I decided to watch them. I subscribe to Area Refuse, a local waste disposal company. Trash day is Thursday. First the trash truck comes, then later in the day the recycling truck comes. As expected they dumped my trash and then hurled my trashcans onto my driveway towards my Honda rather than placing them down gently. It's amazing how high a 50 gallon trash can will bounce when hurled by an illegal alien in a suburban neighborhood. And it's no wonder all of my trash cans are cracked. But what do you expect for 20 pesos an hour?

What happened next is really what disturbed me. I spend a lot of time crushing cans and milk jugs, sorting papers, cutting down cardboard boxes and neatly placing them in the paper bags. I place them in the Area Refuse-provided green recycling bin. What does Jose' do? He grabs my recycling bin and dumps the shit in the garbage truck. What the hell are you doing?!!!!!

I am very non-confrontational. And I figured these guys don't live in my neighborhood. And they wouldn't really give a shit what I had to say. I'll just call and report the incident to the company. I am, however, very passive aggressive. Next week I'm filling the trash can kitchen trash bags soaked in water, fill the can with cinder blocks, dead animals, exposed poopy diapers, and open bags of cat litter. "You want to fuck with me? I'm Tony Montana! You fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best!"

1 comment:

MrsTwink said...

Wow - you have taken passive aggressive-ness to a whole new level.

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