Frontal Lobotomy
This post may have some echoes of stalker in it, but hear me out. Seattle is really big on recycling. I mean really big. My office not only has separate bins for everything, but a composting food scrap bin as well. It's also a "green" building, which has something to do with not using so much energy. I'm not quire sure how that works, but the shades automatically go up and down depending on the sun. It's weird.
Anyway, we have to separate glass from the rest of the recycling, so on collection day (every other Tuesday), everyone's bottles are out in bins. Walking by, you basically see what all your neighbors have been drinking for the past 2 weeks. It's kind of interesting socially, and I wonder what someone looking at our bin would think of us, since it would probably have some 8$ and under wine bottles and maybe some good old northwest beer.
This particular one I spotted had some Guinness and Red Hook ESB.
1 comment:
And what must they think of our occasional cryptic "A" and "B" wines??
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