|I hope she recycled those cans too|
He twisted around in his chair and said, "Oh, yeah. I don't have one. Just toss it in the trashcan." Then, he turned his attention back to the television.
"You don't have a recycling bin? What the fuck? Who doesn't recycle? Do you hate the Earth?" I can't believe he doesn't recycle! It takes like, ZERO effort to put your things in another bag separate from one's trash.
"Honestly, it really doesn't matter in the scheme of things if I recycle, like, the two cans I use during the week, you know? It's not a big deal. Just put it in the trash."
"Wow. I guess you saw Wall-E and said, 'That looks like a pretty rad future for humanity.' Get a recycling bin, dude." I slammed the bottle in the trash so it'd make a loud noise. I wanted to register my discontent here.
Sensing my disapproval, he turned around again. "It doesn't even matter because the homeless men around here are going to pick all the cans out regardless. It's like I'm helping them earn a living in a weird way." Then, he took a long pull from his beer bottle.
"So, your justification is that you're helping the homeless at the expense of the Earth? That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Seriously, the dumbest."
Guys who don't have a recycling bin need to get the memo that caring about the Earth is a turn-on. It's a small gesture, but we all gotta do our part. Besides, our city has a recycling program so we might as well take advantage of it, ya know?