Showing posts with label car binners. Show all posts
Showing posts with label car binners. Show all posts
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My "sleigh" on Christmas Day.[/caption]
Christmas Eve is a magical time -- it gets sooo quiet.
I imagine you could hear the beat of tiny hoofs and sleigh bells but there were none of those last night. More importantly there were no shopping carts clattering through the alleys -- not just the alley off my parkade -- any alley in the vicinity.
Usually one or two intrepid binners come through in the early morning hours between 2 and 4 a.m. They move rather slowly and haltingly but they still manage to generate their own kind of sonic boom.
This is partly the result of a known physical law: a shopping cart's audibility is inversely proportional to how full it is.
Three wine bottles bouncing around in an otherwise empty steel-wire shopping cart can make a helluva racket. And only some binners take the trouble to put a piece of cardboard in the bottom of their cart basket.
In the dead quiet of the night, with the sound bouncing back and forth off the buildings lining an alley... oh my!
Fully-loaded carts have much quieter, monolithic loads and the weight reduces wheel noise considerably, but they are never quiet.
My "sleigh" on Christmas Day.[/caption]Christmas Eve is a magical time -- it gets sooo quiet.
I imagine you could hear the beat of tiny hoofs and sleigh bells but there were none of those last night. More importantly there were no shopping carts clattering through the alleys -- not just the alley off my parkade -- any alley in the vicinity.
Usually one or two intrepid binners come through in the early morning hours between 2 and 4 a.m. They move rather slowly and haltingly but they still manage to generate their own kind of sonic boom.
This is partly the result of a known physical law: a shopping cart's audibility is inversely proportional to how full it is.
Three wine bottles bouncing around in an otherwise empty steel-wire shopping cart can make a helluva racket. And only some binners take the trouble to put a piece of cardboard in the bottom of their cart basket.
In the dead quiet of the night, with the sound bouncing back and forth off the buildings lining an alley... oh my!
Fully-loaded carts have much quieter, monolithic loads and the weight reduces wheel noise considerably, but they are never quiet.
I often sleep in on Saturdays, though this Saturday I would have liked to have been up by 6 a.m. -- I wanted to have an early cup of coffee before attending the memorial for Rockin' Rob, scheduled for 8 a.m. Saturday morning at the Go Green bottle depot.
Didn't make it -- didn't get up until the early afternoon. I skipped stopping for coffee and got right to binning. In less than an hour I was rounding a corner into what was my fourth lane of the afternoon, and, at the rate thing were going, possibly my last before cashing in. Right at the first building beside the dumpster, a fat black garbage bag of bottles. The first three blocks of that lane were blockbuster binning. Two more blocks remained before I would basically be done and on my way to the bottle depot.
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