I looked over, trying to see anything that was ready to be recycled. Not seeing anything, I asked him where he was talking about. He indicated the 9 R500 laptops. I told him no, that those laptops were going out in the next couple of days. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? This is the kind of junk you are putting out?” He closed the lid of one of the laptops in distain. There was no mistaking the ire in his voice. I pushed him to tell me what he didn’t consider junk. Instead he began walking down the west wall of the shop, pointing repeatedly at desktop after desktop. “Some of these machines are six years old. How are you ‘helping’ anyone by giving them these pieces of garbage?”