Recycling

My best friend is a recycler. No, that’s not right… He’s more of a recycling addict. With my own eyes, I’ve seen him tear the little plastic window out of a junk mail envelope to separate the plastic from the paper. And before you say, “Oh no he din’t”, Oh yes he did.

So one day, just to mess with him, I said, “I’m not going to recycle. It’s a waste of time.” What follows was his shocked response.

Friend: What!? What do you mean waste of time?

Me: Well, I’m just one person. My trash won’t make a difference either way.

Friend: But.. but… but what if everyone felt that way?

Me: Oh, I think everyone else should recycle. I’m just not going to.

Friend: But… but… what sort of example does that set?

Me: Hmmm.. You seem to think I have a large following of people that want to emulate me. I assure you, I don’t have that much influence on the populace.

Friend: But… but… but… you have to recycle! You just have to!

Me: Ummm… no, no I really don’t.

It went on like this, looping back through a few times until Friend just gave up and I suspect vowed to recycle twice as hard to make up for my civil disobedience. All in all, a wonderful way to spend an afternoon.

Oh, and before any of you get your panties in a bunch, yes, I *do* recycle. I just don’t tear the little windows out of envelopes and I never will.

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