As dawn commences reboot of my consciousness, my first question is, “What day is it?”; my second, “What do I have to do first?” (circular logic, but hey, it’s dawn). Answers to both are related: garbage disposal.
As much as one may grow accustomed to the eternal flow of garbage disposal, missteps occur - is this Thursday PET bottle day or or cans n’ glass? - they alternate. Then, there is buried waste day, carried out on the first and third Mondays in Oe (beware of months with five weekdays). More frustrating is stuff you can’t quite figure out despite your best intentions. Kumamoto garbage collectors are an admirable lot, but if you cross a line - or maybe they’re just in a bad mood - they’ll slap a violation seal on your bag and force “the walk of shame” (when you must retrieve your rejected garbage - do this, as the neighbors are watching).
This happened to my neighbor today, who put out a laundry hanger (THAT GOES IN BURNABLES!) and a sheet of bubble wrap (THAT GOES IN PLASTIC!) and was totally busted for “mixing garbage”. This seems a bit excessive to me, but there but for the grace of the Gomi God go I. - William