23. The Pile of Paper

Sammy looked at the pile of paper on floor. Whenever he finished reading his mail or newspaper or magazine, he threw it into this . This was his recycling pile. At the moment, was almost two feet high. It was time recycle.

He squatted down, protecting his back. Sometimes, sitting down would cause his back to go for a week. He scooped his hands under pile and slowly stood up.

He walked over his front door. Hands full, he struggled to the doorknob and open the door. He walked and down the stairs. So far he hadn't one piece of paper. He walked to the trash bin.

There was no way to lift lid of the recycling bin with his hands . He carefully put the pile of papers down then opened the lid. The bin was completely . Damn, he swore.

Sammy gathered the pile into arms and trudged back upstairs. Pleased that he had not dropped any paper, he lowered the back onto the floor. Then he stood up, just a little bit too fast.