Recycling

I've posted previously about my recycling experiences...how you feel as though you are being attacked by mysterious men (most likely affiliated with the mafia) who surround the car and clear it of ANYTHING recyclable in no time flat. Well, today I decided to snap some pictures when I took my winter-months worth of recycling to them. (Can we say smelly and gross beyond all measure?)

Today, they spoke. They said hello. They were older this time (Probably because the school-aged children had BETTER be getting an education). All 4 of my bins were returned to my car empty and stacked in about a minute and a half. I tell ya-they work quickly! I WILL say that I wish St. Joe had curbside recycling, but it is a definite adventure to be driving down there (and spooky and weird and creepy and scary and....you get the idea)...
And yes, that is a PILE of snow leftover...lots and lots of inches and inches of gross, not-white snow. Ugh.