The city recycling center is just a few steps from my house and many years ago I bought from them a used trouser presser, a device which presses your trousers over night so they look sharp in the morning. I've used it maybe four times over the years and my wife has bugged me a number of times to get rid of the thing. Tonight she suggested I bring it back to the recycling center tomorrow and me expecting some kind of hassle counter suggested that I bring it back right now, 9PM, and just leave it on the steps and run away. Good citizen that my wife is worried I'd be video taped so, "No." Nonetheless, at this moment, she is at her yoga class so 15 minutes ago I put on my hoodie, grabbed the presser plus this collapsible plastic picnic table we've been trying to unload and I sneaked off to the center to give stuff, not steal stuff. I think the cameras missed me. Wonder what she'll say when she comes home in an hour. Any bets she'll make me go back and bring the stuff home?
Civilization can never be taken for granted. Thierry Meyssan