Recycling Does Pay. If you can get past the ambiance.
We drink sodas.
We end up with lots of cans. Cans that used to end up in our recycling bin till the children found out they could get money for that aluminum.
A Saturday morning ritual.
After a few weeks have passed and a few bags of cans amassed, dad takes the children to a local metal recycling business.
But today dad had other obligations so I took my daughter.
We got our cans and drove back into the garage.
I fancy it something like the backdrop for a remake of Mad Max.
Were jackals and howling hounds of hell going to leap from behind the towers of rusting metal?
For someone who usually has no problem with a healthy amount of clutter, I was surprisingly timid. My body appears to be moving slowly toward some sort of driving fetal position.
On the other hand, my daughter had stars in her eyes and waved vigorously after this photo was taken when she saw the owner.
Everything was fine. Better than fine.
Nothing scary. Only lots of security measures these days. For real.
Our precious cargo was weighed.
After after my picture taken, the cans picture taken, my car license plate’s picture taken, along with handing over the deed to our house as collateral — she got her cash.
This photo was the last I’ve seen of that money.
Next stop when hubby returned was the county dump. I’ll spare you a post on that.
This time.
Any other good ideas for your children to get a little spending change?
