Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Beer bottles and beer cans

Recycling, it's fun, it's healthy, it's something everyone should do. I have a large collection of empty beer containers at my apartment. They were hidden away in my living room walk-in closet. They've been piling up since the first triumphant celebratory beer after my successful move into the Oasis. There have been a few larger gatherings, and a number of evenings that a few people joined me for a couple beverages, and or, the occasional beverage with a nice dinner... every nice dinner I cook to celebrate a fine dining experience. I collected them and moved them to a place that will be easier to get them out and down the stairs to my truck and on their way to the Bev. Center to pick-up the return. They've now been sittng there for about three weeks, my closest non-mathematically influenced head count will be bringing a supplimentary 30bones to my wallet. A rough guesstimate, owing to the fact that I know I've cut way back since the college days of rifling through a case of beer and then walking downtown, is that I consume one tasty dark beer a day.

Since I haven't been regularly returning them, my problem is that I have to take a stack of cans and bottles back that equal my height as well as the length of one of my living room walls. I'm apprehensive to be doing this only because the moldies in my building will be home for the day and undoubtedly peering out their windows for the Uber Drunk Mutt filling the bed of his truck (twice) taking back alcoholic beverage containers. I'd hate to be selfconscous whilst chatting with them when I project the thought into their melon that they're thinking what a slob he is. ( I am a slob yes, but a conscious one that isn't loud and raucous, that doesn't thunder stomp on their heads in drunken dance of William Golding proportions)

I keep putting it off, tommorrow is the day.

4 comments:

Willem said...

Get a black magic marker and write Mello Yello on the side of each can. They'll be none the wiser.

Kristi said...

Tell me about it! We have a garage full. I love being 7 months pregnant returning a HUGE shopping cart full of beer cans, with Mackenzie in tow.

Shaggy Bob said...

I put it off again, Mr Bigley was peering out the window all day like a hawk. Since he's the guy downstairs I felt a little off. Peering neighbors are only cool when they're like Irv in my last place and he peers out waiting for some ghetto scrub to shin with a golf club for trying to break in to my place.

a lil cup of Jo said...

do it drunk. then you have MORE to return, and you won't care what the nay-bors think...

f'em