I wonder...

I wonder if I'm known by the Rumpke recycling workers as "that crazy, lazy bitch who lets her recycling bin full of old newspapers sit in the rain week after week until the newspapers form into one molten mess of ink and rotten paper which, when she finally finds reason to move the bin to the curb for pickup, we have to turn away as we dump the heavy, rancid clump into the back of our truck, disgusted."
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what they call me.