As I mentioned yesterday, while everyone was working on tearing down the house on Saturday, Dad and I did most of the dump runs. Since the dump (which is actually just a transfer station) is only about 10 minutes away, it didn’t take us very long to drive down there, dump a load, and come back to get more.

It had been a very long time since I had been to the dump so I didn’t really remember what the set up was like. My Mother wouldn’t go because she finds the smell too gross for her, but honestly, on a cloudy and cool Saturday, I didn’t find the smell that bad at all.

We drove in and got weighed, then went around back to unload all the crap from the truck. It was actually really fun standing in the bed of the truck whipping pieces of carpet and wood into a large pile of crap. You should really try it sometime.

Just as we finished up, this giant crazy machine came out and started moving piles of trash towards the compacter (aka Giant Wall-E). I was totally mesmerized by this machine because it was nuts. It was so loud and fast and it moved trash like nobody’s business. I had to get a photo of this thing. So, I ran to the truck, grabbed my phone and attempt to take a photo when the following happen…

1) My phone decided to stall so I literally stood there for a minute holding my phone waiting for it to wake up so I could take a photo.
2) I wasn’t wearing my glasses because they kept falling off, so I couldn’t see the face of the guy driving the machine, but I could see him staring at me, until he closed the door of the machine, which I though was odd.

But whatever, I get my photo, we get weighed again, and we head back to the house for another load.

For trip 2 we had to get in a different line to get weighed, so the person in the booth was now on my side of the truck, not my Dads. We pulled up to the window and a 20 something guy covered in tattoos and piercings weighed us. He then says to me “Oh, you guys were here earlier right?” to which I respond Yes. Then he said something about taking video which I didn’t quite hear. I thought he said that he saw us on video, meaning there were surveillance cameras around and he noticed the red truck. What he actually said (because my Dad was listening) was that he recognized us from when I was taking video of him. UM WHAT!?

By the time I had comprehended what had just happened, Dad had driven away from the booth. OMG. This guy thinks that I was video taping him when 1) I could not see who was in the machine thanks to my blindness 2) I only took one photo and 3) all I wanted was a picture of the machine! I didn’t care who was driving it, that was not the point of the photo!

Dad could not stop laughing. He though this was awesome. I thought the last thing I wanted in life was for this guy to think I was video taping him. AWKWARD.

We dump load 2, get weighed, and head back to the house again.

I can’t believe this has just happened.

Load 3 we go in the normal way and Dump Guy is not there. Excellent.

We start to unload when all of a sudden Dump Guy comes out of nowhere, walks over to us, and says “Back again I see!”. “Haha, yes” I reply. Sweet Mother, WHAT IS GOING ON HERE. He chuckles and walks away.

First, you think I am taking video of you and now you are getting friendly! This is getting out of hand.

Dad was once again in hysterics. “You are legend now”. Um WHAT! No, no I am not a LEGEND I am MISUNDERSTOOD!

Frick.

Needless to say I forced Mom to go back for load 4 and 5. I did not need this guy thinking anything more than what he was already thinking.

Taking video. Seriously.