He was the king of the waste-sorting station. No one dared litter in front of him.
She was a rebellious lawbreaker who repeatedly violated rules and regulations, had a negative credit score, and owed tens of thousands in fines.
That day, she carried a bag of garbage containing mixed dry waste, wet waste, and hazardous waste. With a disdainful look, she casually tossed it into a trash can right in front of him.
At that moment, the waste sorters standing behind the king fell silent, staring in horror at the woman who hadn't sorted her garbage.
Just as they thought she was in for trouble, the king chuckled, grabbed her wrist as she tried to leave, and pulled her in close. Leaning toward her ear, he asked in a low voice:
"Woman, are you dry waste or wet waste?"
The woman touched her hair, looked up, and smiled seductively. "Sorry, I'm hazardous waste."
[This idea came to me out of nowhere. Updates whenever inspiration strikes. Just a silly little piece I wrote on a whim, with no fixed timeline. Read it in any order and have fun. The inspiration came from me, and the jokes were put together from friends' ideas. Special thanks to A Ge, @Meng Hui Chun!]
Hahahahahahaha, the commentators in Shanghai are so pitiful, another one is crazy here, pick it up and throw it into the recyclable garbage_(:з∠)_
There are actually novels about garbage classification, hahahahahahahahaha