Trashed

I could cry.

Remember that huge trash bag of empty plastic bottles I schlepped home from the high-school dance Friday night? I set it next to my recycling containers and planned on opening it up next Thursday before the recycling truck came around so that the collectors could clearly see the recyclable nature of its contents. It never occurred to me that on Monday (today), some OTHER truck--possibly yard waste, possibly bulk trash--would come along and TAKE MY BAG OF BOTTLES!!!