The other day after the Med Group Thanksgiving Lunch, I felt compelled to dig through the trash pulling out bottles and cans so they could be recycled. Once I'd started a separate garbage bag just for recyclables and left it out in an obvious place, I felt okay leaving. I did the same thing at the Sports Day potluck. (I mean SERIOUSLY people, if you're providing 10,000 drinks in bottles and cans, PUT OUT A RECYCLING BIN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!)
Anyway, it reminded me that my mom and I did a similar thing when I was a kid. I noticed that a lot of cans were always in the garbage at the Beauty School (where I got my super awesome perms in middle school) and it really bothered me. So my mom bought a blue recycling can with the arrows on it, we dropped it off at the school, and every week or so she'd take me over to collect the cans and we'd recycle them.
"Um, no. And it's a good thing or I may not have married you."
Such a snob. He's lucky I married a nerdy Country Club TENNIS player.
This reminds me of another quote from my idealistic youth. My dad was standing in front of the open fridge "grazing" as my mom called it. I walked up and said "Shut the door! You're letting out all the C.F.C.'s!" (I learned about 'em in Eco Scouts.)
He said "You don't even know what 'C.F.C'. means!"
Him: stunned silence.
I've been savoring the look of complete dismay ever since.
Any of you Eco Scouts?
(Or geeky tennis players?)