I just watched a woman actively seek to destroy the planet.
A middle-aged woman, somewhere around the middle of her life if I had to guess (I say that I “guess” around the middle of her life because she could die of a tragic accident before she would’ve lived out the remainder of her natural life—hopefully that doesn’t happen though), was standing by the rubbish/recycle bins holding an empty Powerade bottle (Mountain Berry Blast—that’s the blue one).
She initially reached for the recycle bin, not really having to think about it. Plastic and cans go to the blue receptacle, trash goes to the black receptacle—pretty boilerplate, really.
Then, she hesitated. She took a step back to really analyze the recycle bin. Upon the realization that this receptacle was for recycle material only (which was exactly what she was disposing of), she pulled her hand back and dropped the plastic bottle in the RUBBISH CAN INSTEAD.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but just what in the hell do you think you’re doing,” I think to myself as I silently walk by, but don’t vocalize for fear of getting beaten.
In the words of Sir Michael Caine, “some middle-aged (wo)men just want to dispose of their trash in the incorrect bins and watch the world burn, too, sometimes.”
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
