A week later, the boy and I skulked in with unmatched sacks from two other area retailers. We didn't look like we could have been, say, just returning merchandise.
No, it looked like a man enlisting his little boy to help disguise the fact that Daddy was bringing in two shopping bags full of empty alcohol containers.
It didn't mitigate matters that I allowed the boy to "help" by dropping the second bag into the receptacle. He released it gracelessly atop the bag I'd carefully placed into the empty bin for maximum, checkout-line-attention-getting clinkage.
A number of customers craned their necks to see where the clatter came from. And there we were. Oh, well.
The only saving grace was that one bag had two wine bottles amid its collection of beer empties and the other held a bottle that had contained olive oil - organic, no less - to go with its squad of dead lager soldiers. Wine and olive oil are classy, right?
With the change in policy at the county recycling center, we no longer have to make our garbage look presentable, so I'm grateful to our public servants for their vision and wisdom.
At the risk of seeming ungrateful, though, I would like one other favor.
Weekend mornings can be pretty full. By the time we get to thinking about recycling, the Slack Street facility is closed. (That's noon on Saturdays.) I wonder if they'd consider staying open until 5?
Contact writer Philip Maramba at phi...@dailymail.com or 304-348-1248.
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