Let’s make our bed and lie in it. February 22, 2009Posted by ourfriendben in wit and wisdom.
Tags: irony, poverty, trash, waste
Some things really push our friend Ben’s and Silence Dogood’s hot buttons. For example, when some idiots raise a wild animal as a pet, and then, when the animal acts like what it is, a wild animal, with tragic consequences to innocent victims and itself, other people make fun of it. Uh, folks, an innocent animal was killed. An innocent human being was mauled and horribly maimed for life. Is there something funny about this? We think not.
But we digress. What we’d like to talk about today is waste, not of human (or animal) life, but of human abundance. Yesterday, our friend Ben and Silence were speeding to our vet’s to pick up more medications for our most-beloved golden retriever, Molly, who is fighting a very brave fight against liver cancer. (So far, Molly feels fine and is doing fine as long as she takes her meds, which we serve up in a peanut butter sandwich, to her delight.)
Our vet is quite a distance from us, and as we drove along, we passed a discount furniture store that had apparently gone out of business. Its gaudy roadside signs were gone, there was no seasonal schlock piled up in its parking lot, and yellow “do not cross” tape was up where we used to see cars. Normally, we’d have thought, “another quiet little tragedy” and driven by with heads lowered in sorrow and shame. But not this time.
That’s because one feature that caught our eyes was a huge dumpster at one side of the defunct business. The dumpster in question was piled high with brand-new, plastic-wrapped mattresses. There must have been dozens of mattresses in there for the pile to reach that high.
Silence and I were, frankly, horrified. Mind you, we’re horrified when we see that people have dumped perfectly usable furniture, dishware, appliances and the like at the curb for trash pickup rather than making the extremely minimal effort to take them to the local Goodwill, Salvation Army, St. Vincent DePaul Society, or what have you. Would it really have killed them to give their so-called “trash” to people in need rather than adding it to our landfills? Grrrrr. But compared to a business dumping dozens of unused mattresses in a dumpster, this is chump change.
Without giving it more than a second’s thought, our friend Ben and Silence came up with these possibilities for those mattresses: Homeless shelters, battered women’s shelters, orphanages, hospices. We’re sure there are many, many more we haven’t thought of. Why not donate them and get a tax writeoff? Why throw out perfectly good merchandise when our country is on the verge of a depression, and unemployment levels are skyrocketing? Why, why, why?!!!!
The owners of the business were obviously not there as Silence and I passed by. Nobody was. So our friend Ben supposes we’ll never get an answer. But we still think it’s a good, a very good, question.