My family aren't the greatest environmentalists. I will start a bag of recyclables and then someone will either put their trash in there or they will throw the entire bag and its contents away.
Once I got a big bag of plastic bottles together to recycle and stored them in the garage until I would have time to take them to the recycling center. My Dad asked me, "So what are you doing with all those plastic bottles?"
Me: "Recycling them."
A couple weeks later...
My Dad: "So can I just throw those plastic bottles away."
Me(in my angry voice): "No."
Then about a month ago my Dad decided to clean out our garage and burn everything he didn't want anymore in our fireplace. Everything seemed normal until I went outside and saw there was a black plume of smoke coming out of our chimney. No really, it was black like factory during the industrial revolution black.
I wanted to tell my Dad to stop burning things that shouldn't be burned, but I knew he would never listen to me and I was late for a party or something. So I sicked Mary on him... She's the closest thing we have to the EPA around here, and I think she got him to quit.
In other news, I will not be surprised if everyone down wind from us develops rare forms of cancer.
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My parents anti-thank you in advance.
Haha woowwwww. I hate that Provo doesn't have recycling. Back home everyone has pretty bins! Why does Provo hate the earth
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