saint kimi

Life in the country, well maybe i should say life on a highway exit, comes with some challenges. Recycling is one of them.

The nice recycle truck doesn’t actually come pick up your cute carefully sorted little blue box out here in no-tell-motel land. What you have to do is gather it all up, hop in your gas guzzling vehicle to a nearby town’s recycle center. Then you have to spend at least an hour, sorting there.

First you go to side A. Side A is for flattened cardboard, paper, tins, glass etc etc. Each has a specially marked bin.  God forbid you mess up and put the wrong thing in the wrong bin….some guy comes up and with great distain removes the offending item from wrong box xyz and into right box abc.

Then you go to side B. That’s the side with big CASH incentives for bringing back your recycling. You know the side with beer cans, wine bottles, other assorted plastic bottles. Today i walk out of there with a whopping $2.17… more than enough to cover the gas it took to get there… whoo hooo

It’s a good thing i’m saint kim and love my environment. Toherwise it’d be pretty damn tempting to dump the stuff in the handy dandy no-tell-motel dumpster bin at the back end of the property!