Today, while being a good hippie girl and recycling, I lost in an encounter with a small pole/stick/metallic thing sticking out of the ground. Said object was maybe a foot tall and serves absolutely no purpose other than bashing into people's shins when they try to recycle. I made a spectactular stumble, my eyes watered, I bled for a long while, and after hours of keeping ice on it, it still hurts like hell.
I think that sort of negative enforcement can explain why the University doesn't recycle as much as it should. My favorite example was someone explaining how they like to reuse folders as a way of helping the environment, all while throwing the paper contents of the folders into the garbage can. Paper recycles. And foot tall metallic sticks serve no purpose.
Moral of today's story: this will be funny when the swelling goes down.
An Erinku (in gimpiness):
like rice grains, spilled
like free doughnuts, eaten
like found pen, lost
easily distracted
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