19 nov 06
Over the weekend, some underpaid lackey for The Fake Yellow Pages Yellow Book delivered their wares to my apartment complex. Since it’s not 1985, I really have no use for phone books; I have the interweb tubes, and, hey, I don’t even have a land line.
Here’s the thing. Whoever delivered the books couldn’t even be bothered to climb a flight of stairs to lay it at my door. So “my” book, and three other books for my fellow second floor neighbors were stacked on the fourth or fifth stair, the intention being that we’d walk them up ourselves. Ha! On the stairs they’ll stay. I mean, if the book was left on my door I’d have to dispose of it, but this saves me the trouble.
Sometimes when menus are left on my doorknob I want to take the waste of a tree, drive it back to the restaurant, hand it to an unwitting employee and say, “Here’s your menu back. I don’t need it.”
Jen / 21 nov 2006 / 7:40 a.m.
I feel the same way, what a waste. We just emptied out our hall closet, and we had 12 phone books of various sizes and for various regions of the city. I’m not even exaggeratting, either- there were TWELVE. I somehow collected them since we moved in and just stuck them in the closet, never using any of them. That’s what the internet is for!!
Now they’re in our garage- my mom said that a few times a year they have a phone book recycling thing in the mall parking lots here, so I’m going to keep my eyes open for that.
suki / 20 nov 2006 / 3:09 a.m.
When I lived in an apartment complex in LA, ALL the books would remain down on the first floor next to the mail cubbies.
And I never knew it was illegal for restaurants to stuff menus into your mailboxes, hence the rubberband around doorknob deal.