Rantings

I was playing this game on my walk in to work this morning. There's one house that always, every garbage day, has at least two big clear garbage bags of empty cartons of skim and 1% milk. What's going on there? Bakery? Crazy cat lady? Sinister plot to kill the lactose intolerant? Then there's the sad house that has the 14 identical nested TV-dinner trays. I feel like I should leave a basket of fresh fruits and vegetables on their stoop in the dead of night, like a baby at a nunnery. Also, I am forced to ask what conclusions others draw about me from my recycling.