Dirty, Dirty Weekend
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My friend Dirty Ben does construction for a living and is often gone for days at a time. So when he's home for a weekend, he brings me coffee early in the morning on Saturday and we sit around and catch up. And there's something very, very pleasing about having someone bring you your coffee just the way you like it. He asked once two years ago and has never forgotten. I love that in a man.
7:35 Kate: are you bringing me coffee
7:36 Ben: wanna go to the dump with me
7:36 Kate: god youre sexy. do i have to wear a bra
7:37 Ben: ill bring coffee. B there in 10. no bra.
So I actually put on clothes. Usually this is a pajama event for me, but we're going out in public, so clothes are required. At least I think clothes are required at the dump. As we were driving in, I looked to the left and said, "What's that...Oh my God! That's garbage! That's GARBAGE. A HUGE PILE OF GARBAGE! Ben! GARBAGE!" Then I whip out my camera and start snapping away. Ben's chuckling to himself because the dump is just somewhere he goes a couple times a week. I don't think he expected me to be that excited. But I was. He gets alot of entertainment just watching me be fascinated by things. I think that's why he takes me along on these little excursions. In fact, I think alot of people get entertainment out of seeing me do things for the first time. It's a service I provide for the world. Thankyouverymuch.
I got to drive the huge diesel truck. It's super loud. I LOVE IT. You could pretty much ram anything off the road with it. Makes me feel powerful. Then, while Ben was shoveling out some of the mud in the trailer. I went spelunking. (I know. That's caves, but dude! I was at the dump. It's a great word for the dump, isn't it?)
I found a decapitated Snow White and a Lion King keychain with a pretty purse.
But this find was the best of all. It's a prolife yard sign. At the dump. With the mounds of trash. WHOO HOO! So take THAT, suckers!
It's the little things. Seriously.
7:35 Kate: are you bringing me coffee
7:36 Ben: wanna go to the dump with me
7:36 Kate: god youre sexy. do i have to wear a bra
7:37 Ben: ill bring coffee. B there in 10. no bra.
So I actually put on clothes. Usually this is a pajama event for me, but we're going out in public, so clothes are required. At least I think clothes are required at the dump. As we were driving in, I looked to the left and said, "What's that...Oh my God! That's garbage! That's GARBAGE. A HUGE PILE OF GARBAGE! Ben! GARBAGE!" Then I whip out my camera and start snapping away. Ben's chuckling to himself because the dump is just somewhere he goes a couple times a week. I don't think he expected me to be that excited. But I was. He gets alot of entertainment just watching me be fascinated by things. I think that's why he takes me along on these little excursions. In fact, I think alot of people get entertainment out of seeing me do things for the first time. It's a service I provide for the world. Thankyouverymuch.
I got to drive the huge diesel truck. It's super loud. I LOVE IT. You could pretty much ram anything off the road with it. Makes me feel powerful. Then, while Ben was shoveling out some of the mud in the trailer. I went spelunking. (I know. That's caves, but dude! I was at the dump. It's a great word for the dump, isn't it?)
I found a decapitated Snow White and a Lion King keychain with a pretty purse.
But this find was the best of all. It's a prolife yard sign. At the dump. With the mounds of trash. WHOO HOO! So take THAT, suckers!
It's the little things. Seriously.
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Once, I hauled some stuff to the dump. Next to me, a guy was throwing out weights. Perfectly good barbell weights. When he then pulled out a reasonable looking card table and prepared to hurl it over the side, I asked him what was wrong with the table. He said "Nothing, I just don't need it. I have a better one." I asked him if I could have it and he said "Sure!"
I call dibs on Snow White!
Did you bring home any treasure?
I think whenever we're pissed off at the world, we should be allowed one go at the diesel truck at the dump. I mean, talk about a way to let off some steam. Maybe then we could do away with all these semi-automatic rifles in the city! =)
I love going to the dump here. It's actually called the Waste Transfer Station. But Fancyhats has taken me there. I like staring at all the stuff too.
My boys love going to the dump. They jump around like they're headed to ToysRus.
I have never been to the dump and I don't even know where it is. Those abandoned toys make me feel wicked sad though, so I don't think I can go to the dump.
I'll wind up hugging decapitated dolls.
who -- who?! -- would do that to such lovable Disney characters?
Aren't dumps fascinating? Strangely so! I'm always in shock when I see how much (usable) crap people throw away.
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