Our recycling is stored in two large tupperware containers under our sink. We've been meaning to take it to the recycling center for weeks, but I've been out of town or Meghan's been out of town and it just hasn't gotten done. This Saturday Meghan and I decided it was finally time to get serious about the plastic, aluminum, cardboard, and glass containers that were piling up all over and under our kitchen counter.
So at 10AM Saturday morning Meghan and I rolled cautiously into the Norwich Recycling and Transfer Station, feeling very much out of our element. We got out of the car and looked around in awe at the many oversized dumpsters and authoritative signs. Then Meghan, spotting a fellow recycler pulling an armload of plastic containers out of her car, grabbed the Dome's plastic containers and took off after her. This left me standing alone behind my car, feeling green. Finally I sucked it up, collected a pile of collapsed food boxes, and followed an experienced Norwichian carrying some cardboard. When I reached the dumpster I was relieved to find a friendly neighborhood recycling policewoman guarding the door. Surely she would be able to educate me in the Green Mountain ways.
"Uh, does this go in there?"
"NO. This is TRASH. See, if you rip it and it's white on the inside, it's TRASH. This is TRASH, too. Anything from the fridge or freezer is TRASH. You've got all kinds of contaminated things in here. You'll have to go through it and take all that TRASH out. When you're done take the rest to Bin #3."
Well, shoot. Meghan had had a similar experience, and we huddled at the back of my highlander to transfer half our "recyling" to a TRASH sack.
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I still think the most hilarious part of recycling was when we were done and walking back to the car and laughing because "I just saw you recycle something that is not recyclable!"
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