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Sunday, April 04, 2004
One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure
What was the hardest thing for you to throw away? Was it old pictures that you didn't want anymore? Was it storage boxes that you thought you might need at some other time? Was is something that broke that you thought that might come in handy later on?What's even more surprising is when you finally get the courage to throw something away, it turns up again stirring up those old feelings again.
A few weeks ago, I was in a similar predicament. I went to throw a trash can away. Since it was a trash can, I thought I would put some trash in it and the garbage men, or shall I say, waste refusal staff, would pick up the trash can and throw it in the truck.
When I pulled into the driveway after work, I saw our regular trash cans and the one that I wanted to dispose of was sitting empty next to the other cans. Why didn't they take it? I pondered this for a while. I thought about it for a while and decided that the next trash day I wouldn't put anything in the can and leave it with the others.
When I pulled into the driveway what did I find? Again, I found the regular trash cans and the one that was intended to go on a hike to the landfill.
What was the solution? I wrote a note to attach to the can. The next trash day I taped the note to the can that said "TRASH." Later that day I pulled up in the driveway again only to find the can was still there. I guess the trash men thought I labelled the trash can "trash" so people would know that it wasn't to be used for anything other than trash. I guess if I marked it trash, people wouldn't think it could be used for recycled paper.
I'm now a month into trying to get rid of this trash can. So here's how I finally got rid of it. I wrote a note on a piece of paper appealing to the nobler motives of the sanitary engineers. It said "dear sir or madam , being sensitive to the fact that it could be a woman picking up the trash, I have used this trash can for many, many years. I feel that I have gotten the most use out of it could possibly get and that I thought it would be nice if I let that can have a new home."
When I pulled up in the driveway I looked to see if the can was still there. Thankfully it was gone. This wasn't the end of the story.
There was a note on my door as I entered the house. It said "I've admired that trash can for several weeks. I didn't want to take it because I thought you were still using it and I didn't want you to think it was stolen. I'm glad to let you know that my wife loves the can for two reasons. One is it is the right size for the kitchen, and, two, it matches our kitchen wallpaper. Thanks so much!"
I was surprised when I read that note. When I said I wanted it to have a good home, I just thought the landfill would be a good home and that's where it would end its journey.
This only goes to prove that one man's trash can is another man's treasure.
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