Ahhh, the lovely smell of The Dump. The beautiful creatures that reside there...it reminds me of the film "The Birds" which scared the daylights out of me when I was a kid. And the dump accomplished the same thing. 
We had (have) quite a bit of construction trash to dispose of, and a lot of it can be put out with the trash that the city picks up, but some stuff they won't take. So off we went to the dump to get rid of "treated wood", drywall, etc.
The Dump terrifies me. If you know me well, you know how I obsess over trash and recycling. I freak out as the amount of trash that I personally create in a week, and I am very cautious about waste. I take the average person that doesn't care about it as much as I do, and then imagine their trash, then multiply by weeks, years, etc. and I practically have a coronary. Well, I got to see my nightmare played out. Welcome to The Dump.
I was unable to get a picture of the really awesome dude that works there and directed us to the spot in which we were to literally dump all our crap out on to the ground. To paint a picture, he was wearing one Dreamcatcher earring, a neon yellow vest and smoking a Marlboro Red, with out gloves on. You work at the Dump, dude! Wear gloves! And who knows what gases and combustibles are seeping into the air...maybe NOT the best place to smoke. But, I guess that is why you work at the dump, instead of being a CEO of a Fortune 500.
The huge trucks lined up as we left to get in and drop off who know's what freaked me out. The mountains of crap just piled up freaked me out.
I just decided that when we have kids, we are using cloth diapers. I already tote my own shopping bags everywhere. I am notorious for saving things to re-use, such as tissue paper and wrapping paper and ribbon. But I may get all crazy about it now. That place is my worst nightmare. Well, one of them. The crawlspace under our house turns out to be my WORST nightmare. Read my next blog to find out why.
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