Stopped for trash on Brick Kiln Road today. Now, when I pull the van off the road the twins automatically know, and announce out loud, that we’re stopping for trash. They want to get out and help but I always say no – heaven knows we only need one sheepish-looking mom grabbing nip bottles from the side of the road and then hightailing it back to the car, not one mom and two five year olds.
There’s a glass beer bottle on Quaker Road just to the left of the road we live on. It’s been there for two days. I’m keeping track of it as a little experiment. My hypothesis is that bottles that qualify for a bottle bill refund will eventually be picked up. If it’s worth a nickel, someone will collect it.
I’ll keep you posted.