Maliciously Obedient

And, my town wants the ozone layer to get so big everyone dies in a freak hurricane/ice age/volcano eruption.

I believe I live in the only town on the planet that doesn't recycle. I'm pretty sure that if you go to the bush in Tanzania, if they had bottles, they'd recycle them. Heck, even a hundred years ago, back in the behavioral sciences lab, they recycled. (They also adhered to the concept of "if it's yellow, let it mellow" . . . which had the added benefit of being able to diagnose each other's urinary infections.) All of the little towns around us have curb side/blue box recycling that gets picked up like your weekly trash. Not us.

The conversation comes up from time to time with the city council, and they cling to refusing to consider it because it would add a $2.40 monthly charge to the utilities residents have to pay. Not like they don't sneak in crap ass charges anyway. Like the 6 weeks we were without a trash can because the pick up guys destroyed ours . . . but we still got charged for curb side pick up. (Okay, our trash did get picked up . . . but the city doesn't know which of our neighbors trash cans we hid it in.)

Last year, it became state law that certain recyclable containers can no longer be put in landfills and that all municipalities HAD to have recycling outlets. Even with this, our city council refuses to have city wide recycling.

Instead, they have two large dumpsters . . . on opposite sides of town . . . for residents to voluntarily haul their recyclables to when they think about it. And, just to make sure they don't get too much use, they rarely get emptied and the slots for dumping your stuff into are 6 feet off the ground. Thank goodness I have long arms.

(oh, and bonus points if you can figure out which of the words in the title of this post I had to look up on dictionary.com?)