Why are we paying the USPS to deliver what seems like nothing but junk mail, only to turn around and pay the city trash service to haul it off to a landfill? We’re literally paying to have trash delivered to our house—and then paying again to get rid of it.
I’m Gen X. I spent my childhood terrified of quicksand, spontaneous human combustion and the Bermuda Triangle.
Turns out I should’ve been worried about my knees.