MMeM, Vol. 8 Issue 2

There is no way we’re making this drop. NEVER.

So we saw in the paper that there was a drop off set up for hazardous wasted this past Saturday from 1-3pm. You know this is the kind of drop where you can drop off paint, motor oil, medicines, and any other kind of wastes that garbage haulers will not longer take to the dump. Come to think of it, by the time you separate recycling, hazardous waste, and all the recycling, what exactly do the regular trash guys still take? Oh yeah, remind me to never ask that of a real garbage man at a party.

Anyway, the idea to run our contraband to the drop at the State Fairgrounds was hatched at about 11am. By the time all of the old no longer used medicines were rounded up, the cupboards from which they came were cleaned and organized, and the labels from every pill container removed, it was 2:25pm. Yeah, exactly what I was thinking. There is no way we’re making this drop. NEVER.

This is very par for the course. But we hauled @$$ to the fair grounds and immediately got in line a 1/2 mile from Gate 11 where the drop was to be taking place. The line of cars moved so slowly that secretly I thought this could ONLY mean that labels of medication were being read and recorded. But, I chose to remain silent and let that shoe drop in the event we ever made it to the location. Of course, we didn’t make it. It closed at 3pm sharp.

Once again, the State of Illinois passes another great law for great reasons with no real way for the general public to deal with its repercussions. Perfect. So, what do we do now with our load of contraband medication?

Well, I suggested that since we were already at the fair grounds lets just head over to Conservation World where there is a pond and feed the fish. That idea was not well received. So, we turned around and took the longest way that exists to get back home. Once we did get home, I did what any law abiding responsible citizen would have done to dispose of this hazardous waste.
   

Of course I’m joking, which I always thought was painfully obvious by the very nature of this blog. But, I’ve been coerced into actually stating it this time. So, no I didn’t put the meds down the storm drain. Yet. NO, JUST KIDDING, won’t do it ever. Just going to wait for the next hazardous waste drop in 3-4 years and try to get there a whole 1/2 before it closes.

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