A Day in the Life of a Recycling; Recycler

#1 and I make a trip each week to the closest recycling center my little town has. She just needed some newspaper, and didn't need my help… I sat in the car playing words with friends when I noticed this.

I guess she couldn't  reach the newspapers.. and needed to climb in.

It's about this time she realizes it's hard to get out than it was to get in.

Is she motioning for me to come help her?

We call this photo.. "ashamed."