There’s a great piece on NPR about the poor guy whose job it is to convince Los Angeles to separate food scraps from other garbage. I love the first guy he encounters: "Essentially, it’s all garbage. You want me to have a meal, separate my garbage, and I’m already separating my cans and bottles and separating my lawn clippings–what’s next? You want me to separate my feces now?"
Not that I’m against recycling food scraps. Quite the opposite. Although I’d rather see the city encourage compost piles or worm bins instead of sending a truck around to pick it all up. Still, you gotta sympathize with the poor guy who thinks he’s doing more than his part with all this separating of trash.
Reminds me of this Penn & Teller video in which they try to convince Southern Californians to separate their garbage into no less than nine separate containers: