sitting in the waiting room as a kid wondering if the dentist
would have to drill and fill a cavity? The dread, the anxiety,
the copy of 'Highlights for Children' in your sweaty palms,
the page opened to 'Goofus and Gallant'.
course, was the uber-proper kid, the one who always ate his vegetables,
brushed after every meal, made his bed each morning without having
to be told. Goofus, on the other hand, was like a sociopathic
pyromaniac whose Ritalin prescription had just run out.
It got us thinking
at Chatham Recycles: What if Goofus and Gallant were around today
and they visited the Town Recycling Center?
stacks his newspapers neatly in the newsprint shed. Goofus stuffs
his newspapers in his pants and asks "do these Wall Street
Journals make me look fat?"
carefully lines up his clear glass bottles on the appropriate
sorting table. Goofus smashes his bottles against a wall while
screaming "ohhhhhh, the humanity!"
knows that aluminum cans should be placed in a special area so
the Boy Scouts can redeem them for cash. Goofus also knows that
aluminum is worth money, so that's why he brings along a can-smasher
and a duffle bag.
tosses his plastic milk jugs in the appropriate recylcing bin.
Goofus stuffs a pair of milk jugs in his shirt and asks a recycler
"so, you think I can get a job at 'Hooter's'?"
places his old magazines on the table reserved for glossy publications.
Goofus gets 16 paper cuts on his hands, but finally scrounges
up a copy of the 'Victoria's Secret' catalog.
It kind of
goes without saying, doesn't it? We want everyone in Chatham
to Recycle, but when you're at the Recycling Center, try to be
a Gallant -- rather than a Goofus.
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