August 07, 2007~~3:34 p.m.
Crushed.

For the love of freakin' GAWD... how many aluminum cans can my neighbors possibly have to crush?! They have been at it all day... and still, the crushing continues.

I mean, I'm all for recycling, but this is INSANE. You'd think they hadn't crushed a can since the Clinton administration.

And why... whywhywhywhywhy... are they doing it in their backyard? We collect our recycling in the garage, which is also where our kids crush and pack it to take to the recycling place (their little source of income). So unless these people have been collecting aluminum on their patio, which I am pretty sure they haven't been, then they lugged it all from the garage, around the house, to the back patio... where they get more sun and heat than anywhere else on their entire property.

And it's not kids. It's an adult. Crush. Crush. Crush.

I should put on some loud music to mask the sound before I accidentally go out back and kill someone. Seriously, who has this many cans? We're talking hours of crushing. I know you think I'm exaggerating; hell, I'd think I was exaggerating if I hadn't been sitting here all flippin' day listening to the tinny pop of crushing aluminum.

Ugh.
~Alice