As I walked into the grocery store carrying 7 empty beer and soda cans for recycling, oh excuse me Michiganians I mean beer and pop cans, I experienced a twinge of self consciousness. Not the least bit of it due to my smelling faintly like the horse pastures we've been passing nor the vision of my outlandish biking costume that I wear with pride into every store and restaurant. No, this uneasy feeling came from carrying a rainbow of Bud light, Miller light, and Busch light cans...in a town where locally brewed Bell's beer is the standard of high society. Welcome to Kalamazoo! I felt the shame rise within me as eyes diverted and I feebly carried my lesser quality (road kill) cans to the reverse vending machines. As other people fed their cans into the machines with ease...put the cans in, get the deposit money out...my machine had to get its final taunt in. The machine, obviously accustomed to Bell's beer, could not even stomach the Busch beer can and in front of everyone repeatedly spit it back at me. The humiliation of it all! I chuckled to myself as I heard the two quarters and a dime jingle to the bottom of my pocket and the Busch beer can clank in the recycling bucket.
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