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I used to live in a relatively wealth suburb that took the subject of waste management very seriously. That particular suburb was known throughout the state as being one of the nicest, safest and cleanest places to live in the entire country. As part of this emphasis on cleanliness, the local government provided each residence with two Rubbermaid garbage cans. One was for regular trash, the other was for recyclables.

I have to say that I was very impressed by the quality of those Rubbermaid garbage cans. They were by far the toughest, most durable trash receptacles I had ever used. You’ve probably seen those television commercials where a car backs into a Rubbermaid garbage can, but doesn’t do any damage to it. I can attest to the truth of those commercials because I hit my Rubbermaid garbage cans more often than I care to admit! But no matter what, they just absorbed the impact and bounced back into shape.

When I moved away to a smaller town that was somewhat less concerned about waste management, I discovered that I would have to buy my own trash receptacles. I noticed that a lot of my new neighbors were using Rubbermaid garbage cans of various shapes and sizes, which pretty much confirmed my feeling that those were the best units on the market. After all, these people were free to choose any brand they wanted. The fact that they went with Rubbermaid garbage cans spoke volumes about the performance and reputation of those products.

When I was ready to do some shopping, I had a feeling that Rubbermaid garbage cans would be more expensive than other brands and I was right. So instead of buying them at the local hardware store or home center, I went online and ordered a couple from a discount website. I was lucky enough to find a site selling genuine Rubbermaid garbage cans for 50 percent less than what I would have had to pay at a regular store. Plus, the website offered free shipping, so I didn’t even have to pay anything extra to get my new Rubbermaid garbage cans shipped right to my home.

I’ve had my Rubbermaid garbage cans for a couple of months now and they’re just as durable and easy to maintain as I remember. Now I fully understand why my last hometown chose to use this brand for the citywide waste management program and why this is the trash receptacle of choice for so many private citizens. I really can’t see myself using any other brand from now on!

My husband loves birds. I could live my entire life without owning a bird. I’m perfectly content to watch them fly around outside and admire them at my bird feeder. However, my husband decided that he wanted an African grey parrot. I had not a clue what an African grey parrot even looked like, so we did a little bit of research. I still wasn’t convinced. One evening, he dashed home with the evening paper and shoved it down in front of me. There was an ad for an African grey parrot that needed a home. He practically begged me. I said yes, he could call about it. He called immediately and tore off in the car to meet this homeless African grey parrot. I assumed that he was simply going to see the bird, not bring it home. I was very wrong.

An hour later, he pulled into the driveway and honked. I met him at the side door and he exited the car with a huge grin on his face. Ten minutes later, I was staring at this African grey parrot that was now in a large cage in our living room. My husband was trying to tell me about him and how wonderful a pet he would be. My cats stood beside me looking as thrilled as I must have. He continued to say that the African grey parrot loves people and talks, and would be such a great companion. Trying to be supportive and a smidge curious, I leaned over the cage and said hello to this bird. He stared at me. My husband fed him and gave him water and we left him alone to settle in to our home.

I awoke the next morning to a flutter of wings and my husband’s heavy footsteps in the hallway. I walked out of my bedroom to see this precious African grey parrot flying past me and my disgruntled husband chasing him. The cats followed close behind. I was less than thrilled at the feathers that were floating to the floor. After my husband managed to tackle him and put him back in the cage, he explained that he was trying to hold him. He quickly realized that his wings were not clipped and he probably had not been accustomed to being out of his cage. I just sighed.

Days later, I came home to hear our African grey parrot talking. Since there was no one in the house, I assume he was talking to himself or the cats. We had heard him meow at the cats before, so it was possible he was talking to them. After a few moments of watching this pretty African grey parrot, I was dying of curiosity. I wondered if he’d let me hold him. He had often come to the side of the cage and ducked his head for me to scratch it. So, I opened up the door and slowly put my hand inside, telling him to step up. Not the wisest of things to do. He dove for my thumb like it was the enemy. I squealed and slammed the door closed. My thumb was dripping blood from his attack. After washing it off, I decided that our African grey parrot would be nice to look at, but I would not be interacting with him too much. Since my husband wanted an African grey parrot - he was all his.