Green with envy

What a load of rubbish. No, not the third and final presidential debate, but the collection point for our block just outside our house. This was the sight that greeted me yesterday morning, which being Thursday, meant recycle day - or if you are an enterprising foreigner with no shame - rummage-through-and-see-if-there's-anything-worth-taking day. Usually, in amongst the neatly tied up newspapers, glass bottles sorted according to colour, plastic PET bottles stashed in green nets and plastic packaging in plastic bags, there's the odd gem like a set of golf clubs or collection of antique books or perfectly usable plant pots. This morning, however, there were four adult bikes left, that appear to need only a little oil and the tyres pumping up. I would have liberated them but for the fact that we already have all the bikes we need and their re-sale value is next to nothing. Still, seems like a terrible waste though. This is a country where Ebay has never really taken off.