On Tuesday, I rang up the Green Team of San Jose asking for definite answers about our recycling bin lid. That was my fourth time calling them in roughly a month. The lady that answered assured me that someone would come fix the lid tomorrow between 6am and 6pm. By then, I had been told something similar many many times; understandably, my hopes for a fix weren’t high.
Wednesday morning, I was pleasantly surprised. At 9:57am a truck stopped by our house. The city worker driving the truck hauled our recycling bin onboard and replaced it with a new one. A new recycling bin lid isn’t typically something to write to home about, but the fact that it took so much pushing / pulling made it nice to have the task finally complete.
On a somewhat related note, my parents threw away years of magazines this weekend. Saying goodbye to all the issues of TIME, Men’s Journal, Rolling Stone, Discover, Popular Science, and WIRED as I hauled the recycling bin to the curb on Saturday made me feel unexplainably sad.
To be fair, it’s not like I would ever re-read all those old magazines cluttering up the living room. It’s likely just the OCD part of me that loves collecting things acting up. In the back of my mind, I can’t help but imagine that somewhere inside that huge stack is an issue or two that will be worth a fortune one day and that the Kang family is missing out.
