I am one of those people who squeezes every last pea-sized drop of toothpaste out before opening a new tube. I turn the shampoo bottle upside down when it gets low so I can milk every last penny out of it. I keep dirty used tissues in the console of my car because there are still a few spots that aren’t crusty yet.
So when it comes to throwing stuff out, I have always tried to reuse or recycle everything I can. I have been known to disassemble objects for the plastic parts that are recyclable. Or fish recyclable items out of the the regular garbage and toss them in the recycling bin. I have made a habit of throwing apple cores and carcasses over the balcony composting- because why put them in a landfill when you can feed the vermin instead?
When Scott and I started dating, I immediately began fussing at him for scraping edibles into the trashcan. “If you’re not going to ‘compost’ then at least put down the disposal!” When it came to recycling, he had a theory. He said, “How do you know they are even recycling that stuff? How do we know they don’t just TELL us they are recycling it and then toss it in a landfill somewhere?”
Hmph! The audacity!
So, ten years later, we have adopted each others habits, as many couples do. Scott now tosses every little crumb over the balcony, occasionally dribbling some gravy on my potted plants.
Meanwhile, I am shoving full heads of rotten lettuce into the garbage can and chucking entire bunches of wilted chard down the disposal. Which, incidentally, will most definitely clog it up real good forcing you follow the chard with six cups of baking soda and gallon of vinegar and a two hour pump-and-retrieve session with the plunger.
But I did manage to fix it without having to call the landlord. Or ask for help from my husband.
Note: This is a repost from The Sweetest at www.thesweetest3.com
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