Friday, October 8, 2010
The World is My Trash Can.
Next are the piles - some large, some small - of various unwanted items ranging up from paint cans, broken toys and household goods, to upholstered furniture. No item can be too damaged or deranged to be placed out in a pile by the side of the road. Sometimes there's a handwritten "FREE" sign put in the general area of the pile. Most times, it's just understood. And who wouldn't want that large, stained, lilac and magenta flower print sofa that's been sitting out there in three or four downpours over the past two months? The common practice here is to have a yard sale/tag sale/garage sale and put all the things that didn't sell in a heap by the road until it is picked over (of which I am guilty on occasion) and slowly becomes a shapeless, sodden mass. While I do enjoy the thrill of discovering something I covet in a free pile, let's use our heads, people. Give it a week, then transport that stuff to be reused, recycled or piled in one of the towering landfills. As much as I dislike adding anything to landfills (don't even get me started on disposable diapers), better there than at the side of the road.
But my pet peeve is the trash that is thrown out of car windows. Finish your Stewart's chili? Toss it out the window, followed twenty feet later by the plastic spoon with which you ate it. Finish your beer? Out it goes. Enjoy your McMeal, then drive around with the remnants in your car for over an hour until you come to a nice, pristine country road. Heave ho! It drives me crazy. Does this happen in your neck of the woods?