An alert “06880” reader — who wishes to remain anonymous, as will soon be clear — sent along these thoughts, after a trip to the transfer station:
So off I go to the dump with my garbage and recycles.
Today a new sign (I’ve been out of town] greets me: “NO PLASTIC BAGS.”
But all my recycles are securely bound in white plastic bags. Everything has been washed out pretty good, though there is still a bit of liquid in the bags. I guess I should rip them open (they never untie) and dump them into the pods, right?
Then take the plastic bags and put them in the green garbage can. Try not to get anything on my clothes. You know how those plastic bags like to cling to other plastics. Gotta do a shake and shake and shake. Very, very messy.
Look, they even have steps for me.
But alas, the steps lead to a closed door. I’ll go to another one.
Damn, same thing.
Oh well, I’ll keep going. Whoops, these steps are so far away I’ll have to take each item out and throw them in piece by piece.
These steps are a bit far...
Finally, steps that lead to a nearby open door. I can shake here for 15 minutes.
I wonder if all the trash collectors have to rip open every plastic bags they collect before they dump them. OMG, what a task. No way.
A non-environmental thought crosses my mind: Throw everything into the garbage pit like we did in the good old days.