From Glass to Plastic

Every week when the sanitation department comes to pick up my garbage and recyclables, I usually winch as I hear all the bottles loading into their truck, as I'm quite sure my entire neighborhood hears them too .

What an awful sound that is all those bottles over filling one large receptacle clinking their way into the truck in those wee early hours of the morning. Smashing their way through the quietness of the morning as everyone sleeps so sound. I know they have to hear those bottles tumbling over one another and they have to know all the bottles belong to me, and that I drank them in a weeks time.

This morning was so nice, I switched my bottles for a healthier life style and all that was in my little recyclable bin were plastic yogurt  and cottage cheese cups.

What a quiet morning here on my block no cringing this morning, no worry about what the neighbors are hearing, no embarrassing as what the sanitation men think when they take the lid of my hidden secrets and pound them into their truck.

All was quiet, maybe the light sounds of plastic softly dropping in to the truck, I wouldn't know I over slept  I didn't hear a thing.

It is so much easier being sober .