Hey It’s Jet Here.
Last Monday, Mom JJ and I performed our usual morning routine on the way to our constitutional. Mom leashed us up, holding my leash in the right hand and JJ’s in the left. She then switched me to the left to free her right hand to carry the kitchen garbage bag to the edge of the garage. Mom stooped to add the waste bags, tied up the garbage and hoisted it into the big green can.
We accompanied Mom and the green can to the left side of the driveway and parked it where the driveway meets the street. We repeat this procedure every other Monday with the blue recycle can, parking it on the right side of the driveway where it intersects with the street. Mom readjusted our leashes and off we went. The recycling truck usually passes by around 4:00 p.m., following our 3:00 p.m. tank emptying mini-walk.
When we met Miss Mary Ann and Dixie that evening for our constitutional, Mom and Miss Mary Ann noticed glass in the middle of the road right away. Thinking someone threw a bottle, we moseyed on. Except small shards of glass, clear, green, brown and blue, glistened all over our exit left route. Mom and Miss Mary Ann called “glass” as soon as they spotted another grouping all through the walk and kept us on the sidewalks where they existed. After Mom put JJ and I in the house, Miss Mary Ann and Dixie kept Mom company while she swept the glass into a dustpan in front of our house. Miss Beverly called Mom later to say that the exit right street had glass all over, too.
Miss Mary Ann called the County’s Recycling office on Tuesday to complain. Best line EVER – “We don’t recycle glass, it wasn’t us!” SERIOUSLY? Mom was dumbfounded (vocab builder) when Miss Mary Ann conveyed the conversation. First of all, GLASS and NEWSPAPERS were the first items RECYCLED beginning in the ‘70s! Miss Mary Ann than called our town’s government who said, “We’ll look into it.”
Guess they’re still looking because we’re still weaving through a trail of glass. Naughty truck!
Another great, except for the glass, day.