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It was the sound of crisp clean bottles
ringing into the depths of the garbage pickup truck
that sent me running into the street.

“Stop that!” I said, “you can’t do that!”
- “I’m only doing me job mate” he said

And I said …
“It’s not your job to put recycling in with the garbage”

And he said …
“I’m just doing what my boss told me to do
Don’t you want me to do my job?”

And I said ...
“He can’t tell you to put recycling in with the garbage”

And he said ...
“Do you want me to ring in and tell him I’m not going to do my job?”

And I said ...
“Tell him that he can’t make you put recycling into the garbage”

And he said ...
“I’m not your mailman’

And I said …
“There’s nothing wrong with posties, mate.”

And I, …
...I gripped my recycling bin and would not let him take it.

He let go and I wheeled it back inside. He went back to the truck. Minutes later, the truck was back up at the other end of the street, picking the rest of the garbage up and in with it went the recycling. You see, they were supposed to get it last week
… last Thursday
... didn’t show
... didn’t show Friday, took the matter to Council
… Company said they’d try and come Saturday
... didn’t show
... didn’t show Sunday
… and did show Monday morning
... when I guess they thought we’d all be at work.
...Trouble was, it was first day of term holidays, and I was there to see them sneak up our back lane.

It had been the sound of crisp clean bottles
ringing into the depths of the garbage pickup truck
that had sent me running into the street.

Clean Green Tasmania … and Clever… not!
I’m waiting for the phone to ring
To tell me when my recycling will be picked up.
It’s beginning to get dark ... again.

The clouds are coming from the north, across the face of Launceston.
And I’m angry.