I've recently SCORED at a clothing recycling place. They put up a huge sign that says, "Free recycling" and I swear, it looks like it's written in crayon. They really only want the clothing, which I was informed, sells for .28lb. For what and to whom, I do not know, but the whole warehouse smells like feet. However, next to the odoriferous warehouse I noticed multiple, giant boxes filled with a variety of electronics.
Scrappers predictable question: "And what do you get for those?"
Scrapper dream answer: "We pay the scrapyard to come get 'em. Help yourself."
(STAY CALM!!!!)
But just before I broke out into song, down the ramp comes a forklift full of B-U-tiful computer towers.
This scrappers response: "Umm...wha...how...umm...daaaaaaaaaaa!"
He says, "We get 5 cents a pound for those. Want 'em?"
(STAY CALM!!! Find chump change. Offer your shoes.)
He said, "All you gotta do is make a big sign and it's all free. You'd be amazed! But get a cat because you WILL eventually get mice."
Yeah...not for me, but that's just my 2 cents. (five cents)
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