One Man's Trash Another Man's Treasure
by Liz Nevill
The Waitakere City Council has got westsiders backs up by warning them against 'scavenging' amongst each others chuckouts during this weekend's run up to hard rubbish collection on Monday.
The good folk of the west are used to their council making outrageous statements but this attack on their right to forage happily among the piles of old furniture and fittings piled on verges has got their mad up.
The right to "scavenge" during the curbside build up to hard rubbish day is as much a part of being a Kiwi as beer and footy. It's in the genes..can't be bred out, part of the national psyche. The council may as well try to walk on water as stop us swapping our old lawnmowers and wheeless wheelbarrows for our neighbours broken legged tables or electrical relics.
It was bad enough when tips went off the entertainment circuit leaving whole families with nothing to do on Sundays and sending shock waves through the seagull population but to try to put a stop to curbside scavenging of hard rubbish is a wicked assault on our rights and besides it isn't scavenging...it's recycling. And surely you'd think the council would want to encourage that.
Anyway, no harm done. There's been an excellent turnout in spite of the council's rush of blood to the head. Cars and trucks have been on hard rubbish patrol, trawling the streets from dusk until dawn. Our neighbours historic typewriter went in a flash and they felt tremendously proud when their five year old struggled down the road with an obsolete fax machine to fit the space it freed up in the garage.
I had a lucky break. I had an old chair I was going to chuck out when I spied a sofa to match it in the next street over. Nabbed it of course. Just imagine. If I had thrown out that chair the people that threw out the sofa might have got it and I would not have ended up with a potential lounge suit which only needs re-upholstering and recovering to be as good as new.