Busting up perfectly useful items is a particular peeve of mine.
I used to work at a Muffin shop, as a teen. Every day, we'd throw away 50 pounds of fresh made muffins. I begged and pleaded with management, and eventually we found a pair of nuns that would come by every day at closing to bring them to a homeless shelter.
Don't even talk to me about destroying books, which I would be forced to do at Waldenbooks once. Sacrilege!
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