Waste makes waste

Last week I moved out of my old apartment and bore witness to one of the most shameful displays of American hubris ever. I already talked about the amount of crap gets thrown out on September 1st but I had no idea my roommates would be amongst the most evil wastoids in the Metro Boston area.
My four-bedroom apartment had been lived in for seven straight years, with over 15 different people living there and moving away, leaving a trail of housewares, furniture and tchotchke in their wake. On top of that, the two other apartments in our duplex were also clearing out, adding the possessions of nearly ten other people. Combine all these Wasteful Willies and you get an enormous trash heap stretching down the block, into the street, into the yard and beyond.
The worst part was that most of the stuff was perfectly good and could have filled a small thrift store, no exaggeration. I saw martini sets, unopened bottles of Scope, bars of soap, a hand-carved wooden chess board, five box fans, brooms, clothes, a bicycle, a working computer, beautiful handmade wooden shelves, and possibly a small child or two. It was a sick mountain of unnecessary waste.
I wanted to throw up but there was no food in my stomach- my roommates threw out my chicken broccoli ziti.