I would often go with my dad on this Saturday am chore. We would joke about the pile of trash getting so high someone could build a ski area on it. One day my dad accidentally threw his keys into that big pit with the trash.
Stranded at the dump.
Years before cell phones.
Somehow, my mom came and brought another set of keys and we were rescued!
Fast forward to June '09, my Toyota Camery was the only car to get the dump sticker.....not the pick up truck.( I think Matt can't find the registration to get the dump sticker on purpose because he hates the dump). So I go to the dump every few days with our house trash and once or twice a week with our renters' trash because I love it. NOT.
Pardon me: The dump is now called a transfer station. And we are suppose to separate, recycle and reuse. We've come a long way baby.
I hadn't gotten the trash during the week last week from the renters. I just went on Saturday after they left. It smelled horrible in my garage and many of the bags were covered with maggots. If there is one thing that freaks me out, it is little white worm-like maggots. I am shuddering now just thinking about them!
So the reason of my post today is a shout out to trash collectors!!! For you to deal with maggots, smelly trash, recyclables, drippy bags etc... I salute you. For you to be able to drive your rig into the transfer station building without passing out from the heat induced stench, I bow down to you. For the amount of showers and the Purel you must use, God bless you. I, in no uncertain terms, would want your job as my full time job.
As a matter of fact, I might bottle that stench and a few maggots to remind me next summer why I need to hire you. I have felt this way for years and yet continue to drive my own trash to the Transfer station.
I am not worthy of your stench resolve. You rock.
