Is that my toaster?

Household appliances are heaped onto the ground and sorted by workers into various bins for further processing. Toasters, toaster-ovens, muffin pans, cookie tins, coffee machines, crock pots - you name it, it's probably here. Microwaves are handled separately because they need to be dismantled to recover the magnetrons which are hazardous waste. There is always something different every day (we commuters have to pass it twice a day as the walkway and the York University GO train station are adjacent to the recycling company). Some day's its TVs. Another day pallets full of bikes and tricycles. Another day big plastic kid's toys. Drums and barrels. Wiring harnesses and dashboards from vehicles. Most of it seems to come from up north. The container trucks (seen at the back) all have Santa's Village or The Muskokas on them which is up in cottage country for us in the southern part of Ontario.

Actually, our toaster is toast. Kaput. I can either pitch it in our trash, hang on to it and drive it over to our recycling depot, or bring it with me one morning and drop it over the fence. Probably the latter.