For years my husband would tell me certain things probably couldn’t be recycled, and my response, as I stubbornly smushed said things into the overstuffed blue bin, would be, ‘it can’t hurt to try.’ My thinking was that if the pizza box really was too greasy, they’d simply sort it out.
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Confessions of a wishcycler
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For years my husband would tell me certain things probably couldn’t be recycled, and my response, as I stubbornly smushed said things into the overstuffed blue bin, would be, ‘it can’t hurt to try.’ My thinking was that if the pizza box really was too greasy, they’d simply sort it out.