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Reduce, Reuse, Rewha?
On my WestJet flight to Winnipeg on Sunday (oh yeah, I'm in Winnipeg right now. Wooo.) I had a plastic pop bottle, and I received two plastic cups during the flight. When they tried to collect the garbage, I asked whether they would be recycled, and she smiled apologetically (in an "I really don't care" kind of way*) and told me they don't recycle in Winnipeg. I think she meant that WestJet doesn't recycle in Winnipeg, because the airport does, and the city does. But anyway. I told her I would keep the recyclable plastic and recycle it myself**.
The cups have now been sitting on my hotel dresser for two days. I've had two different items beside them and underneath them be taken away (and who knows if they were recycled. oops.) but the cups seem to have magical staying power. It's weird.
There's no point to this story. Unless you count the onion in my belt, which was the style of the day.
* but not at all in the Air Canada "Recycling won't get me my pension any earlier" kind of way.
** by which I meant "drop it in some recycling bin elsewhere, for someone else to do the actual work" of course, not really myself.
The cups have now been sitting on my hotel dresser for two days. I've had two different items beside them and underneath them be taken away (and who knows if they were recycled. oops.) but the cups seem to have magical staying power. It's weird.
There's no point to this story. Unless you count the onion in my belt, which was the style of the day.
* but not at all in the Air Canada "Recycling won't get me my pension any earlier" kind of way.
** by which I meant "drop it in some recycling bin elsewhere, for someone else to do the actual work" of course, not really myself.
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"Honey, we don't get paid enough to recycle anymore."
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Give me five bees for a quarter!
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(Anonymous) 2006-06-14 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)no subject