For some reason the recycling truck didn’t come on Monday. Here in L.A., we have three ‘garbage’ containers (though there is a fourth optional horse manure container). A black garbage container, a green organic material container, and a blue recycling container.
Every Monday morning three trucks rumble down the street and pick up each container. Yesterday we only had two trucks — no one came to pick up the blue containers.
Tuesday morning found my street littered with expectant blue containers. So instead of emptying my garbage out in my driveway where I keep the container — I keep going out to the street.
On my fourth or fifth trip, some of my neighbors looked at me oddly. It was only then that I realized that I had emptied five or six buckets of shredded paper into the recycling bin. I could see from another perspective that dumping loads and loads of shredded paper could look suspicious.
Truthfully, I’m shredding old legal files that I’ve stored for the required period. Since I was sworn to confidentiality — shredding client secrets into tiny bits of confetti only seemed fitting. Oliver North, I’m not.
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