Ever since they introduced the recycling program in Burlington Bob has had issues. The Recycle Nazi's, as he refers to them, have been a source of irritation and frustration to Bob.
It all began on that first Thursday. Bob prepared the bins and set them out on Wednesday evening. By Friday morning the recycle had not been picked up. thinking he had missed them Bob dutifully walked down the drive to retrieve the boxes, only to find a note, on pink paper, from the "Recycle Gestapo" informing him that he must wash all jars and cans before putting them out.
Failure to comply would result in a fine up to $1000.00
It has been a learning process for Bob but he has grown from the experience.
The Dissappearing Recycle Box
As Bob's son Jason was preparing to move out he decided to clean his room and dispose of 14 or 15 years of "girlie" magazines. So, in the recycle bin they go. The Wednesday before recycle day Jason is nowhere to be found. Do you realize how heavy all those magazines are? It took Bob a week to recover from the pulled muscle in his back.
The following morning, as Bob and Pat backed out of the drive, they noticed the magazines were gone... along with the recycle bin... the Mother F____r's took the bin too.
The Nazi from Hell
Our townhouse faces the street, parking at the units inside the development is limited. One young lady would park in the street in front of our place every night. Now Bob knows how annoying that could be to have to lift boxes of papers and cans, dump them in indidual compartments, then return the boxes to the curb all while skirting a vehicle. But it was not his vehicle.
This guy had an anger management problem. At one point he smashed one of Bob's Blue Boxes. He would toss the boxes in the roadway, leave them at a neighbors or in front of a parked vehicle in the hopes that they would be run over. This all culminated with his attack on several houses with parked cars in front and a barrage of complaints to the city.
The Panzer Division
Crushed Blue Boxes have also been a source of irritation to Bob, at least one per year.
This past Wednesday was like any other Wednesday before recycle. Bob went out to the garage to prepare the recycle. Over the years Bob has learned that cans and bottles must be rinsed clean. Cardboard must be bundled in specific dimensions and tied soundly. News papers must be placed in the box in such a manner as to prevent the from blowing around the neighborhood.
As a result of last Sundays snow storm there are snow banks along the roadway. In consideration of this Bob made a place in the snow bank on the roadside to set the recycle and garbage in. Afterall, why make their life any harder than it is.
When Bob went out to bring the recycle bins in, his new Super Duty box was crushed. Our neighbor informed Bob that the recycle truck ran into it. So much for being considerate.
Bob got on the phone and called the Recycle Nazi's a kind yound lady responded to his complaint and said "I'm sorry to hear that sir, we will deliver a new box immediately". "In fact sir, we will bring you two boxes." Whoa, a civil conversation.
Attached are three photo's for your perusal.
The first is the one attacked by the Panzer Division which, by the way, Bob left out for them to take while they dropped off the new ones. They didn't take it. Bob called her up again and asked what he was to do with the crushed one. It seems that I am to put it out with the recycle.
The last time Bob did that it was returned every time. Bob had to cut it up and put it in a green garbage bag so they wouldn't return the pieces.
The second two are of the new boxes. Bob thinks the one box was stolen from someone elses driveway on the way to our place while the last one appears to be Bob's blue box that disappeared with Jason's "girlie"magazines.
Bob Hawkins
Thanks Bob
You should feel better now...!!!
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