Back home after a very non-productive trip to the tip!
My Dad has had a number of paint tins at home for some time as I have and today he took his and came and collected mine and off to the tip we went to dispose of them.
On a recent visit to the tip Dad had asked if they take paint tins and was informed that they do and it was free to drop them off unlike the rest of the household garbage which requires a fee to be paid before you can dump it.
Through the gate we go, no charge required, down to a brand spanking new complex with a small amount of paint tins sitting on a stand out the front. All well and good so far. This paint dumping complex is new since the last time I went to the tip and it is quite impressive.
Dad unlocks the cage on his trailer ready to dump our tins when a heavily tanned, motley skinned attendant in a fluro orange shirt waddles over in a friendly manner and informs us that we have too many tins for them to handle.
He began a story about how the government has to pay for the removal of the tins and left over paint so they don’t take too much and we had too many! He did ramble on for a while but it really became a mumble to my senses as I contemplated how it was that our thirty or so tins were too many and the brand new building which was clearly an expensive structure and appeared to be almost empty of paint tins couldn’t accomodate our load.
I have seen my father get pretty angry in such situations but I think it was mainly due to the bewilderment at our predicament that caused his mind to fog and stay calm.
The attendant carried on his little speech and informed us that a recycling company in Hume deals with such things and could handle our load although obviously we would have to pay for it. Obviously!
So there you have government action at it’s best. Build a paint recycling facility at the tip but don’t let anyone with anymore than a few tins use it! Another shining example of leadership from the halls of power in Civic.
Unless you had a number of tins why would you bother driving to the tip to dispose of them?
I find the whole idea of paying to get rid of your household waste disturbing in anycase. I realise that we make the mess and perhaps there should be some sort of charge but surely a small levy per year would do the job rather than paying twenty dollars for a single trailer load.
It’s not like we have alternatives. We have to take it to the tip! It’s a trap just to squeeze more money out of the locals. No wonder dumped garbage is a feature of Canberra’s roads and byways. Many people wouldn’t be able to afford to dump their garbage at the recommended facilities.
Such is life.
So now Dad is stuck with his paint tins and mine! Not the way he thought his morning would turn out. He would be at home now pondering how he is going to get rid of them.
So, another chapter in the book of stupidity is written. Don’t you love life? Have a nice day.
My Dad has had a number of paint tins at home for some time as I have and today he took his and came and collected mine and off to the tip we went to dispose of them.
On a recent visit to the tip Dad had asked if they take paint tins and was informed that they do and it was free to drop them off unlike the rest of the household garbage which requires a fee to be paid before you can dump it.
Through the gate we go, no charge required, down to a brand spanking new complex with a small amount of paint tins sitting on a stand out the front. All well and good so far. This paint dumping complex is new since the last time I went to the tip and it is quite impressive.
Dad unlocks the cage on his trailer ready to dump our tins when a heavily tanned, motley skinned attendant in a fluro orange shirt waddles over in a friendly manner and informs us that we have too many tins for them to handle.
He began a story about how the government has to pay for the removal of the tins and left over paint so they don’t take too much and we had too many! He did ramble on for a while but it really became a mumble to my senses as I contemplated how it was that our thirty or so tins were too many and the brand new building which was clearly an expensive structure and appeared to be almost empty of paint tins couldn’t accomodate our load.
I have seen my father get pretty angry in such situations but I think it was mainly due to the bewilderment at our predicament that caused his mind to fog and stay calm.
The attendant carried on his little speech and informed us that a recycling company in Hume deals with such things and could handle our load although obviously we would have to pay for it. Obviously!
So there you have government action at it’s best. Build a paint recycling facility at the tip but don’t let anyone with anymore than a few tins use it! Another shining example of leadership from the halls of power in Civic.
Unless you had a number of tins why would you bother driving to the tip to dispose of them?
I find the whole idea of paying to get rid of your household waste disturbing in anycase. I realise that we make the mess and perhaps there should be some sort of charge but surely a small levy per year would do the job rather than paying twenty dollars for a single trailer load.
It’s not like we have alternatives. We have to take it to the tip! It’s a trap just to squeeze more money out of the locals. No wonder dumped garbage is a feature of Canberra’s roads and byways. Many people wouldn’t be able to afford to dump their garbage at the recommended facilities.
Such is life.
So now Dad is stuck with his paint tins and mine! Not the way he thought his morning would turn out. He would be at home now pondering how he is going to get rid of them.
So, another chapter in the book of stupidity is written. Don’t you love life? Have a nice day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 