Politicians are clamoring to change one aspect tied to New York’s core: garbage disposal. By switching from bags to bins, we may no longer have a sidewalk full of scraps of God knows what. In other words, the very soul of the city is being stripped away, piece by piece. No one remembers the trash bags at Disney World either. Here’s a memorial of sorts to what we'll miss.
“Some of my relatives ended up in grill chimneys or housebreaking a puppy. I’m still here, hoping to educate the populace. My kids tell me I’m obsolete. Everything is digital. I sure hope not. What will happen to all those paper boys? You can only fit so many laptops in a bicycle’s small basket.”
“People walk all over me. I get it. I’m not good part. But when they're out partying later and looking to add some citrus to their cocktail, who do you think they call?”
“Words matter. I don’t consider my life a “waste” no matter what people say.”
“Stop treating me like a criminal. I’ve never hurt a soul.”
“I could use some auto-tuning.”
"You could say I have a foot fetish. Not that I had any choice in the matter."
“I knew this car stereo. We talked every day. You might have called him my best friend. He would reminisce about the 80s and how things were different back then. Gritty and exciting. One day, I woke up with a cold chill of fresh air and he was nowhere to be found.”
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