Definite point for Team Yuppie Scum.
Adam calls them to report it. Dispatch, surprise!, not impressed. Esp with his inability to give her a description ten minutes later from crowded BART train.
So, I call. I give description. Race, height, clothes, sex, age. One middle aged Latino male in black baseball cap headed westbound. One crazy middle aged white lady singing and screaming and kicking shit headed east bound. Can't miss *her*.
Dispatch remains unimpressed. I decline to give my name and address.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Adam pulls my "lawyer shit" on me
OK. The initial point for Team Yuppie Scum may, after careful consideration on the part of the referee, be removed.
Adam called the Ecology Center, the non-profit that picks up our recyclables and does onehundredandeighteen other useful things that make living here great, and asked them if they care if bums "steal" our bottle deposit recyclables.
They do.
Adam then finds an sfgate article suggesting that this is the latest mafioso pursuit- organized can collecting from under the adorable, charming ecology center.
Sigh.
He wins.
I am now opposed to the crazy people stealing my recyclables.
Adam called the Ecology Center, the non-profit that picks up our recyclables and does onehundredandeighteen other useful things that make living here great, and asked them if they care if bums "steal" our bottle deposit recyclables.
They do.
Adam then finds an sfgate article suggesting that this is the latest mafioso pursuit- organized can collecting from under the adorable, charming ecology center.
Sigh.
He wins.
I am now opposed to the crazy people stealing my recyclables.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Property Rights and Recyclables
So, Adam has a fit about people pilfering our recyclables.
He starts hoarding them.
OK, not really. But instead of putting the trash out the night before, he adds it to the list of frenzied things to get done on his way out the door on his earliest morning of the week. And they're STILL getting them. This is so weird. What do you care?
Come on yuppie! Why hate on poor people. That poor bum with the noisy grocery cart loaded down with vaaaaaluable recyclables isn't hurting you- you can sleep through earthquakes, parties, glaring sun and certainly this racket.
It's entrepreneurial! It's so American! The same genius that invented the assembly line here lets the yuppies do the collecting FOR him! Genius!
He starts hoarding them.
OK, not really. But instead of putting the trash out the night before, he adds it to the list of frenzied things to get done on his way out the door on his earliest morning of the week. And they're STILL getting them. This is so weird. What do you care?
Come on yuppie! Why hate on poor people. That poor bum with the noisy grocery cart loaded down with vaaaaaluable recyclables isn't hurting you- you can sleep through earthquakes, parties, glaring sun and certainly this racket.
It's entrepreneurial! It's so American! The same genius that invented the assembly line here lets the yuppies do the collecting FOR him! Genius!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Game On
Dispatch from Huppie Vortex: Husband angry with bum stealing our cans before the city can collect them. Point for Team Yuppie Scum.
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