53 year-old Eddie House was proud of his efforts to reduce his waste. Being concerned for the environment, the single bachelor found that his sustainable habits left him with near-zero garbage. With nothing left to throw out that couldn’t be recycled or composted, he did what any individual might do to go the next mile: canceled his garbage service. As a reward for reducing his impact on the planet, House received a lawsuit from the San Carlos Deputy City Attorney claiming he was in violation of not maintaining garbage service.
Reminds me of the time Kramer tried to cancel his postal service and found out it wasn't as easy as he thought. LOL
Postal Employee: "May I help you?"
Kramer: "Yeah, I'd like to cancel my mail."
Postal Employee: "Certainly. How long would you like us to hold it?"
Kramer: "Oh, no, no. I don't think you get me. I want out, permanently."
Newman: "I'll handle this, Violet. Why don't you take your three hour break?
Oh, calm down, everyone. No one's cancelling any mail."
Kramer: "Oh, yes, I am."
Newman: "What about your bills?"
Kramer: "The bank can pay 'em."
Newman: "The bank. What about your cards and letters?"
Kramer: "E-mail, telephones, fax machines. Fedex, telex, telegrams,
holograms."
Newman: "All right, it's true! Of course nobody needs mail. What do you
think, you're so clever for figuring that out? But you don't know the half of
what goes on here. So just walk away, Kramer. I beg of you."
Supervisor: "Is everything all right here, Postal Employee Newman?"
Newman: "Yes, sir, I believe everything is all squared away. Isn't it, Mr.
Kramer?"
Kramer: "Oh, yeah. As long as I stop getting mail!"
SNIP
Kramer, seeing Newman pull up along side him in his truck: "Hey."
Newman: "Kramer, what the hell are you doing?"
Kramer: "I know, I'm gonna switch the bucket to something else."
Newman: "Not that!"
Kramer: "What?"
Newman: "You're in trouble, Kramer. I shouldn't even be talking to you, but
I'm telling you as a friend. Here's how it's going to happen: you may be
walking. Maybe on a crisp, autumn day just like today. When a mail truck will
slow beside you, and a door will open, and a mailman you know, maybe even
trust, will offer to give you a lift."
Kramer: "Are you through?"
Newman: "No! And no one will ever see you again!"
Kramer: "Are you through?"
Newman: "Yes. No, wait! OK, yes."
Newman, seeing postal security officials walking towards Kramer: "Quick! Get
in!"
Kramer: "Oh, no, no, no. That's exactly how you said it was going down."
Newman: "There's another way it can go down, and it's going down right now!"
Kramer: "No. You said a mailman I know, and you're a mailman I know!"
Newman: "I know you know, but you don't know what I know."
Kramer, being grabbed by the security officials: "Hey!"
http://www.seinfeldscripts.com/TheJunkMail.htm