“I’m just here to do some recycling,” I told the woman at the booth.

She eyed the inside of my car, eyed me, then eyed my car again. “Where is it coming from?”

“From the coffee shop down the road,” I replied, with a bit of a smile. “No one else recycles it, so I’m trying to.”

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