Tuesday afternoon I went to the end of my driveway to retrieve the green bin that we had left curbside to be emptied of 2 weeks worth of household organic waste. I was quite surprised to find a rejection sticker on it. Whoever had been emptying the green bins that morning had judged that I had committed some sort of recycling crime. My punishment would be having to take out whatever offending material was in there and I would have to wait another 2 weeks before the organics would be picked up again.
The sticker claimed that there was paper in there that should have been put in a plastic bag. Not the green bin. The only paper I could see, however, was paper that was wrapped around food waste.
I thought that perhaps this person who seemed to take his job very seriously has pushed aside the offending material while he was rifling through my organics. Therefore, to find the offending material I would be forced to search through the green bin myself. At this point I was grateful for those wonderful brown bags that we put our organic waste in. It made the task much easier than it could have been.
I have to admit at that point in time I had no great love for this individual. I may have even referred to him as a petty tyrant when I spoke to my husband about the situation over the phone.
I never did find the offending material... what I did find at the bottom of the bin was a key for my car. My husband has a habit of setting off my car alarm when the key to my vehicle is in his pocket. So, he leaves his key to my vehicle in various places. How he managed to drop it in the green bin will remain a mystery.
I had to laugh when I found the key. The person who slapped on the rejection sticker rose quite a few notches in my estimation. His rejecting the contents of the green bin saved us the $150 it would take to replace the key and a good deal of aggravation that would have resulted from finding the key missing.
When I told my husband what has transpired he laughingly stated, "This kind of thing could only happen to you".