I’ve just finished yet another bottle of diet Dr. Pepper. Each one yields me a sparkling silver dime and I smile.
That is such a lie.
There is no smiling involved. Ever.
With every bottle I finish, I groan in disgust as I add it to the already overflowing bags of empty cans and bottles in my garage.
There are only a few states that punish us in this way and mine is one of them.
I hate Michigan.
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I cant live without my Dr Pepper… And if my state paid me to drink it, I'd drink SO much more!! LOL!
I always have the good intention of recycling them next time I go out but they end up just piling up….and piling…and piling up.
I love Michigan. The lakes especially. The .10 cans have saved my butt lots of times for a gal of gas or a gal of milk.
So funny, we had those nasty, stinky, dirty machines in Connecticut, too. I hated to bring them back, but just wouldn't throw them out because I knew that I PAID for them!
Here in Florida, we just have the recycle bins, and in the community we live in they don't even take the glass, only the metal and some plastic. And like mama-face, we have to PAY to have it taken away!!