Uhoh. I think the crazy is seeping in again.
Let me start this story over (lest my family consider having me committed):
So (and that’s better already, that I’m starting this wacky tale with “So”), Rite-Aid stores here have these machines outside of them called the Pepsi Dream Machine. Basically, they are gigantic machines that you can put aluminum cans and plastic drink bottles in. For this, you are rewarded with points (the cans are recycled). You can use the points on things. I don’t really know what things – discounts to stuff, maybe. Ideally, Pepsi discounts.
Anyway, I love points. I love every single point I have earned on Pogo.com, I love the Bookmooch points on my account, and I mourn the points I lost when Sploofus folded (over a BILLION!). Gene says that you can get me to do anything if you tie it to points (or “magic beans”, as he calls them). And now, I want these points that I can use on things.
Here are some ideas I have had on getting more cans/bottles so I can get more points so I can use the points on things:
1) Fish empty Pepsi cans/plastic bottles out of our recycling bin (our recycling bin is at least up to my waist). I wonder if they take Coke cans as well?
2) Surreptitiously squirrel away empty cans/bottles from the recycling bin at work (same size as bin at home, but always always full). Problem: New coworkers do not yet know I am batshit crazy so I run the risk of them figuring this out earlier than I am comfortable. Further problem: how to hide that many cans/bottles?
3) Convince The Almighty D to let me have the empty cans from old employer, where they already know I’m out of my mind. The upside is that it will lead to one of my favorite things: spending time w/ D. (Which reminds me…).
So, there is my tale of woe. Please don’t tell Gene I’m thinking of any of this. He thinks he did better this time on the “Marrying a nutbar” scale and I can’t stand to disabuse him of the notion.