Crashing recycling bins and faint mumbling could be heard from outside my living room window. Typically this would be expected on garbage day. However it was the late evening, hardly a time for government work, let alone in a place like LA.
I approached my window to look outside. A red pickup truck with large plywood panels jury-rigged to the side walls of the flatbed. A clever and inexpensive makeshift panel truck with easy access to the back. A two man team was collecting all the bins on the street.
The slim pickings of cans and bottles are usually reserved for the Angelo vagabond bicyclist, an unofficially act of philanthropy by the yuppies too busy to collect the deposits. I turned off my lights and they hurried up their collection with hushed yells. My camera phone could only capture a few underexposed pointillist photos of the event.
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