Day in the dumps

Some days are better then others I have been told. You get a new puppy, the rain clouds dissipate and the rainbows appear at your request, you win 1 billion dollars...good days. Or the opposite end of the spectrum; you stub your toe, you drop a glass into the sink, your car gets repossessed...bad days. But then there are entirely different days altogether, yes my friend, those are the days when this cruel world spits upon us and allows us to truly have a day in the dumps. By that I mean the landfill. The moldy assortment of everything man has turned his nose up at in his conquest for new junk. A bowl of trash and refuse of every shape and size, of every smell and scent. There is nothing that is not good enough for the dump, come one come all, they will accept even the most despised and downtrodden outcasts among the garbage world. Tires, no problem, 2 by fours, bring em on, refrigerators, tv's, scrap metal, hazardous material....accepted with open arms.

While life's leftovers find a home at the dump, it is anything but a home for those who have to wade through the river of disintegrated paper plates and magazines. My feet sink as I step out of the truck into this cesspool of debris. My nostrils are greeted with an unfamiliar attack that likens to vinegar, sweaty feet, rancid food, and B.O. Yes my friends, B.O. While momentarily dazed due to this onslaught of the senses, I regain my equilibrium long enough to grasp hold of the trailer and get to work. I put away my disgust in order to add to this horrible mountain of waste and fill. I can't help but be in disbelief that we are allowed to drop this off, anything that we happen to have. No one checks it, no one is monitoring. I feel at any minute one of the men in sunglasses sitting on the beefed up bulldozer is going to ticket us for throwing out a baby stroller that still has all of its wheels, "Hey that's too nice, you can't leave that here!"

The load is now removed from the truck to forever rest in the sanctuary of the earth. I scamper around my part of this mess to shake the dust from my boots and to retreat to the comfort of the truck. As we exit we see truck after dump truck coming to drop off what man has used and now has no need for. We pull away and hit the open road with the windows down and the sun surrounding us, "Ha, for a measly 30 bucks," we think. Now, if we can just get rid of all of these flies.