The thing that gets my goat is when can collectors take other recyclables that I've put in the bin and drop them in my trash barrel so they can get at the cans. I'm glad these people can capitalize on my empties, but come on, work with me!

And then there's the old guy (I think he's lived on my street for over 70 years) who used to walk right up onto my back porch to take my empties before I set them out on the sidewalk. Friendly enough, but not who I want to see when I'm standing in my kitchen in my underwear.