Canadian problems, y’all
Funny little blog post because I can and I haven’t blogged for a bit.
Where I live, there is an enforced green bin program. Meaning, we have our garbage garbage, our recycling and our organic waste all separated. We have these little green bins in our kitchens to toss our food waste and used paper towels in, and then we take them outside to the larger bin when they get full.
Today, where I live, it’s around ten below zero, centigrade. I go outside to perform the unpleasant task of emptying my kitchen green bin. I have a cold, I can’t smell, so it’s all good. (I forgot to mention it’s not a nice smell).
I put on my winter boots, I put on my thick winter ski jacket, the. I pull my toque and gloves on, just for a quick jaunt to the side of my house to dump out my little green bin.
I get to the big bin, and place my kitchen one down in the glittering snow, my breath steaming in the cold air. I reach for the handle on the lid of the bin that stands roughly chest height to my five foot frame, and pull up to open it .
I get nothing, the lid would not open. I try again with more force, then look closer. It was frozen shut. I stood there for a minute, a snotsicle slowly forming from my semi-plugged nostril, as I pondered what to do. The kitchen bin was really full, it couldn’t hold any more kitchen waste. I had to empty it. So I kicked the big green bin for about five minutes in frustration.
As I kicked, I noticed the ice that was sealing the lid, start to fall away. After the cathartic release of kicking the noxious container, I calmly lifted the previously sealed lid and emptied my kitchen bin into the disgusting container. Closing the lid, I turned to go back into the house. The snow crunched under my feet as I took my kitchen bin and myself back into my warm cozy house complete with coffee.