Over and Over Again

I'm too busy to work out if it's recycling bin week or green waste week.

Bullshit.

That's weak.

Not a lot bothers me, but right up there is every Australian neighbourhood's lack of critical thinking when it comes to which bin night it is.
Is it really that difficult to remember which bin you put out last week? When you feel the resistance in your brain when you try to recall, and you succumb to it, can't you feel your memory muscles slowly atrophying?

Don't Even.

All it takes is for one person to stick their recycle bin out on green waste bin night and in a couple of hours the whole street has the wrong bin out.

The recycling truck is not going to come a week early just because you're a sheep.

Don't get me started on the stubbornness of folks who continue to live in denial and leave their mistakenly placed recycle bin on the curb well into the next evening, even after bringing their rubbish bin back inside.

"Well, I guess I can leave it out for next week, it's only six days away now."

I feel like this is a stunning microcosm of modern society's FOMO.