bookmark_borderEveryone can see your junk

This weekend I was in Guelph. I love that town, but I have decided I can’t ever live there.

They have very serious rules for garbage. Guelph has a ” Wet-Dry” recycling program. What’s a “Wet-Dry” recycling program? Oh, let me tell you!

Okay, you know how you have a garbage bag for garbage and how you collect your cans, plastics and paper products for recycling?

In Guelph it you have to collect your various wastes in special clear plastic bags and you must be certain that your wets and drys don’t mix.

So what’s wet? (Isn’t all garbage wet to some degree?) Food wastes (including meat) and other compostable materials such as diapers, dryer lint and pet feces are considered wet.

And this can’t be near the dry stuff: paper, cans, glass, plastics, clothes, shoes and styrofoam.

So you have to put all this stuff out on the curb in clear plastic bags! No cheating there. Everyone on your street can see your wets and drys. Wet stuff goes green-tinted bags and dry stuff in blue-tinted bags.

I think there is a third bag for real garbage (what’s left I have no idea but that must be the point) that can’t be recycled. And this is a transparent bag too. No cheating there. You can’t hid it.

How do I know this? I could not figure out why my friends had three garbage pails in their kitchen. Seemed a bit odd but they are new homeowners so maybe they had some special new system. Anyway, curiosity got the better of me and I asked. It was explained.

And then I ran home and looked it up.

This really is a great program. About seventy per cent of Guelph’s household waste is now diverted from landfill. So kudos for that but I could not get used to the clear bags showing off all my junk.

I am garbage shy.

bookmark_borderelevator ablutions

Today I was on an elevator. No, really. I was. But wait, there’s more.

A man got in at the same time as me. He was quite sweaty but it was very hot outside and given the helmet strapped to his bag, I guessed he just got off his bike. Biking is sweaty business. So there I am, standing near the buttons. (I must stand ready near the buttons!) And he’s behind me.

Out of the corner of my eye (and not moving from my post at the buttons) I notice he’s facing the back of the elevator. A bit odd but so what? Then, I noticed he was applying deodorant through the neck of his shirt.

I thought to myself: if that’s deodorant maybe it will help. But if it’s anti-perspirant…

Then I got to my floor and left the guy alone with his elevator ablutions.

This was the strangest thing that happened today.

I did encounter some loud talking teens on the streetcar but no sense in reliving that scintillating conversation.

Otherwise, a regular pleasant day. Nothing much else to report.