So we helped out at the church this morning for the monthly cleanup day. They always begin with breakfast for those who turn out to work. I was able to persuade Michael with the hopeful promise of biscuits and gravy. They came through for him and he worked hard to earn it, too.
I stayed in the kitchen to do the cleanup and free hands for outside labor. As I was finishing up, I noticed all of these juice jugs (#2 HDPE)and plastic clam shells (#1Pete) in the trash can. Now we're not talking about Lewistown, Montana where the opportunities for recycling your plastics waste has been a challenge and a new educational experience until this fall.
We're talking Florida, where I tell the people up north about. I tell the new recyclers during my plastics recycling talks about how in Florida they have such an easy time of recycling with the "single stream" concept available to them. Dump it all into one bin. No thinking about whether this can go or that. Just dump it all in together. No excuses in Florida not to recycle. Everyone wants your waste here.
So, in my amazed state, I ask," Don't you recycle your plastic?" And the ladies, who work in the kitchen regularly and set the standard, said, "Oh, no. We have no where to store it." Wait a minute. That may be a legitimate excuse up north where we only offer once a month drive. But that certainly doesn't hold up here.
So I said, "I have no problem with that. I'll just take it home with me and put in my recycling bin". I don't know if they got the implication, but,duh, is that so hard to figure out?
Which super hero is it that, when he finishes rescuing one damsel from distress, says something like,"My work is never done"? Or is that a mother?
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