I recycle. It is important and I think that, despite what noted climate scientist Rush Limbaugh may tell us, it is essential to our continued survival.
Sometimes though, recycling can be a pain in the ass.
This evening, as I went about my evening cleaning spree, I thought that taking out the recycling was necessary. So, I washed up the plastic bottles, peeled clingfilm off of boxes and generally got things ready. As I was unlocking the door, I realized that really, the dish soap was empty and I might as well take care of that bottle too.
You know how dish soap foams up nicely when it hits the water? Well, imagine that there was an eighth of an inch of soap left in a bottle you were washing and that the rest of the bottle was coated in a fine film of the same. I'm a bit anal-retentive so when the bottle first foamed up my thought process went thusly:
"Well, of course it would foam. I'll just rinse it until the foam goes away."
"What the fuck foam?"
A full five-minutes later, foam vanquished, I realized that it was freezing outside and, having no way to dry this bottle out, It would have to spend the night in the draining tray. I tossed the rest of the shit in the bin, slammed the door and tried to stomp down the hallway, promptly tripping over my cat.
What the fuck foam?