|BREAKING NEWS: Alien spotted in Downtown El Cajon!|
|It's a good thing we went today--the trunk barely closed.|
We filled my husband's trunk to the max with our bags of containers and headed over to American Recycling, located on El Cajon Boulevard. I am sure that there are other worthy recycling places to try out, but this is our usual spot, and it is a popular one. I'd even wager that there aren't a whole lot of other places besides churches and coffee shops that are as busy on a Sunday before noon.
|The lady next to us was busy sorting, too.|
|This is the office where you exchange your bins for money.|
For some reason, the whole process feels like the closest I'll ever get to participating in some sort of shady, back alley operation. We just try to lay low, push our goods forward, wait quietly, take our money, and then bolt. Part of what adds to the mystique is that the workers can seem a little intimidating. This is quite easily an unfair assumption that we could someday debunk if engaging them in conversation. But, whenever we've been there, they are much too busy for idle chatting. Besides, we figure that it takes some tough-looking people to work there, because of the mixed-looking clientele that they serve.
|Today's earnings amounted to nearly forty dollars!|