Instant exchange banal to Communication Land, I named the box where I spend most of my days because I have not found anything better for me food (and it's already as bad as before though).
A colleague made the sorting office and balance of masses of paper as and individual in his trash. I stopped and he said that there was at least 3 meters of it specially dedicated to a trash paper, the content part in recycling, as opposed to individual bins. She looks at me and smilingly replied:
- I know.
Simply. And continues to feed his garbage tote, calmly.
So good. Do we not surprised that I does not really bind a vast interstellar friendship with my colleagues. But cons have more fear for our planet, because of cases like this are unfortunately not rare, and I confess, I am naïve, it me dépasse.
- Je sais.
Je vais probablement en faire des cauchemars cette nuit...
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