On Thursday, once the lawn was mowed and the grass fertilized heavily AGAIN (those weeds are just not dying!), I folded the back seats of our van down and (after carefully laying a blanket down to avoid messing up the carpet) loaded up ALL of these bags of cans. It was NOT easy, but I did get them all to fit and nothing was touching anything other than the blanket or the windows.
So today Karen and I finally reclaimed the back of our van from the explosion of cans. It was a new experience for us, hefting the bags out and then tearing them open to shake all the cans loose and down onto this conveyer belt that drops them in a big scale, which measures the weight, which tells the owners of the place how much to pay you for the materials being recycled. Kinda cool. A little weird. LOUD as all get out! Dirty, dirty, dirty! But also, very fun (except trying to get one single can out of a triple-bagged mess of plastic!)
I didn't notice the number on the scale until the one guy told the other guy to "zero it out" for the next customers (they had 3 pounds of cans). The cashier said "You've got 71 pounds today. That'll be $42.50." For a split second I thought I owed him that much ... then it hit me! SCORE !!! $43 bucks for 15 bags of "junk" ?! SAH-WEET !!! No more peanut butter and jelly for lunch this week! :)
Moral of the story: Sometimes doing the "right" thing IS very rewarding!
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