My Neighbor Is An 85-Year-Old Lady

The nice thing about recycling is all the attitude that comes with it. You just never know if they're going to like your stuff. Will they take it all and toss the bin out into the middle of the yard (a sign of acceptance) or will this be the week that they hold your stuff at the curb until the cops arrive and haul you in? I don't know if they play it that way or not, but it feels like a distinct possibility.

Today, at the house next to mine, I can only assume a bullet was dodged.



All together now.