Mumble, Mumble...

I got mumbled at. Every Saturday (since we don't have curbside pickup) I take the recycling to recycling center set up by our neighboring city. You have to understand that I was trained in recycling at the Belchertown Transfer Station. They are very methodical about it there. They have Transfer Station Nazis walking around making sure you put the cans in the right bin, only plastics that are 1, 2, or 3, and they make you fish it out if they spot you putting something in the wrong place. So as a result, I became a dutiful soldier and sorted our recyclables every week and made SURE I put them where they were supposed to go. So when we moved to our current city, and found this center in the neighboring one, I was surprised that there was no surveillance by nazis, and they just trusted you to make sure you put the right thing in the right bin. In fact, they only have 2 types of bins....one for glass and about 4 big ones for everything else (any kind of paper, cardboard, plastics, cans, etc.) The only sign they have posted is an "Enter Here" sign, since its a small space and it acts as a 1-way drive thru.

My pet peeve is when cars come in the "Wrong" way and block those of us who try and go through the "Right" way...on Saturdays especially, since it is very busy. So a couple of weeks ago, I drove over to take the recycling and once again, a woman had pulled in the "wrong" way, blocking part of the driveway. I immediately began giving her the evil eye as we passed on our way to the bins. This Saturday, however, they had a bin that only listed newspaper and magazines, even though the big signs say you can put everything in. I believe it was just a rotating bin that didn't have the right sign on it, because everybody else had dumped everything else in. As I dumped my first container in and we passed each other, I heard her mumbling. It took me a minute to realize that she was mumbling AT ME and saying, "This bin is only for magazines and newspaper". And THIS from the lady that drove in the WRONG way!

Now, my kids think its funny to mumble corrections to us, such as, "...you're not supposed to be eating chips on the new carpet in the family room", or "...isn't it time for Anna to go to bed?" So if you ever go to our recycling center, first of all, drive in the RIGHT way, and then do what I do....because I was trained in Belchertown where they know how to do it.