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Empty rubbish bins waiting to be taken in along the East Derwent Highway in Geilston Bay. April, 2010.

For some people, putting the bins out and bringing them back in constitutes the sum total of their exertions for the day.

That thought depresses me.

Yesterday was something of a victory though, I only had to righten three bins on the trip from the bus stop to home.

That pleasure should depress me.

Do you righten other people's bins when you walk up the footpath?

If not, why not?
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Magpie said…
Well, yes, I would. It's the kind thing to do.
20 April 2010 at 12:23
Kris McCracken said…
More people should!
20 April 2010 at 13:37
Roddy said…
That's not your bin that is still out is it Kris?
Unfortunately with both householders at work these days there is nobody to police the bins. Perhaps we need bin monitors.
20 April 2010 at 18:22
smudgeon said…
Once or twice when I'm out & about. It's a nice neighbourly thing to do. Quite often I'm not out & about, so while my "strike rate" is high, my "innings" are infrequent.

I like Roddy's idea - Bin Monitors, with correspondingly large badges so everyone knows.
21 April 2010 at 15:06
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, mine isn't there. The neighbour's is though...
22 April 2010 at 14:31
Kris McCracken said…
Me, what about in the 20/20s?
22 April 2010 at 14:31
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