This is what I came home to last night. I was not in a happy place. I don't know which made me madder -- that our crack team of waste disposal professionals spread my recycling around the yard, or the fact that they neglected to pick up my recyclables for the second week in a row. Not to mention the issue of the tipped garbage dumpster. Yeah, I know. 'Do you want some cheese with that whine?' Right.
We are not the only ones in the neighborhood to enjoy stellar service from our county-appointed waste management firm. During my evening walk -- through our and several adjacent neighborhoods -- I noticed a lot of the same thing: haphazardly placed dumpsters and still full (forgotten or ignored?) recycling bins.
Not at every home, mind you. The sloppiness was much more random. Perhaps these were the homes that didn't leave a tip during the holidays.
Thing is, we pay a lot of money for the privilege of being served (serviced?) by this particular disposal firm--the same firm, by the way, that held the county at ransom prior to being awarded this monopoly. Kinda makes one wonder whose palms got greased over that deal.
Guess the garbage isn't just on the ground.
JB
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