There are no records kept of what’s picked up and how much. (What’s really weird/sick/truly odd is that back in the day when this whole shebang started, I used to keep a list on paper of what I retrieved by product brand name. That stupid idea was relegated quickly to the dust bin of bad ideas.)
If competent counsel were to advise me, my disclaimer would read something like “All representations of volumes, quantities, walker discomforts and bitches and other descriptions contained therein are good faith estimates.”
But if records were kept of beverage containers stuffed into a plastic bag, today’s haul would be a single day record.
I can’t recall, ever, picking up more than 20 plastic bottles to say nothing of adult beverage containers (I once picked up a case of empties, but to my good fortune, two unopened cans of Bud Light were in the bottom. A guy has to get lucky every once in a while).
But this morning was a bag-stretching, bin-busting take of trash that weighed 7 – 8 lbs. It was a throwback morning in a way; there was so much litter found that the last half mile I went old school by clutching finds in my right hand as was done when I first started this habit. Fortunately for you, at least the legal disclaimer didn’t say anything about profanities because today might have broken another kind of record.