Politics and religion.

[Grace]

My roommate from college used to live in an apartment over a hardware store, which was next door to a bar (this was after we graduated and she was already married). The sound of all those glass bottles being dumped into the recycling bin after closing (around 3 AM)... crassssshhh! Throwing them into a plastic recycling container just doesn't have the same effect. Stomping on aluminum pop cans works pretty well when I'm steaming mad, though. They make a pretty satisfying crunching noise.

Elyse - the big bins I throw the bottles into are metal, not plastic. So there is plenty of noise and crash and splintering. These bins are at our Township Hall, and get hauled away a couple of time a week by Mr. Rubbish.

[Edwina's Secretary]

When we lived in Chicago we took our recyclables to a location where we had to perform a "separation of powers" or at least a separation of glass.

Clear, brown and green. It was so empowering to heave the glass in with gusto.....