The dump
I go to the landfill a lot this time of year, because I start my yardwork in March, and curbside yard waste pickup does not start until April 6.
I only have two trash cans dedicated to yard waste, and I refuse to buy more, because I keep them at the side of the house, and they usually blow around and I find them up the street...I don't need more of that. So, I have to bring the cans to the dump when they get full.
It's a one hour round trip from my house, by the time I unload at the landfill. It's all rural backroads.
Coming home, I was doing about 51 in a 45 zone. Some guy was riding my ass on the last leg of the trip, for about 4 miles. I refused to go any faster. I tried pulling on the shoulder a bit and sticking my arm out the window to wave him by, indicating that he should just pass me. He just kept riding my ass, about two feet away from the rear bumper.
A squirrel ran out in front of me, so I hit the brakes. The squirrel was saved, but the guy in back of me swerved around me, and missed me by inches. I don't know how he didn't hit me. Fucker flipped me off, I just laughed at him.
I'm the only person I know who likes going to the dump. Reminds me of my childhood. My father had a big dump truck, and he would let me sit on his lap and steer that thing on those backroads. He had his hands on the wheel, though.
That's all I can think of to post today. You all have a nice afternoon.
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I hope your day is laid back and lucky, too! 
They were just huge piles of stinking garbage. Now, everything is orderly, with different sections for different materials. And the heavy equipment is running constantly to bury the garbage.
The landfill is huge. I go to the compost section where I can just pull the heavy waterlogged cans out of the hatch, without having to lift them into a dumpster. The compost area is a good two miles from where you check in. It's wayyyy back in the woods. I saw a bear back there once.
In the 90s, I was working at a large facility in the finance department. One of the women accidently threw away some really important paper files. Our director was looking for volunteers to go to the landfill to look for files. This was a different landfill then the one I went to today. This one was about 35 miles from my home.
I volunteered, and another guy went with me. We had to do a lot of detective work at the landfill office (ie: where would the truck from this plant have unloaded, etc.).
We ended up in a freaking MASSIVE pile of garbage...probably a couple of acres.
We waded through all of that shit, among the rats and the large birds feeding on the garbage. We were looking for anything that looked like it might be from our office.
We finally found the files. We brought them back to work, and we were nice and stinky. 
They sent us home for the day, and the next day, we got a $100 each monetary award for finding the files.
Yep...gotta be careful with what you find there!
Sometimes, when I used to go with a friend of mine (we were building his house), we would come home with more than we brought there!
this one was in Northeastern PA (NEPA).
I've noticed (at least in Buffalo) that the drivers that display anything god or jesus related are the worse freaking drivers ever.
Also, I always have issues with Jeep, Chevy, Audi, Mercedes and Subaru fucko's tailgating me. I literally had an Audi pass me in 30 mpg residential zone with double yellow line a few weeks ago because I apparently was driving too freaking slow for them. Fuccckk!
I'm not bragging, but I just got recently popped for speeding. The prosecutor was nice enough and reduced it to a parking ticket but my fine was still $185! I don't know how people can afford how they drive. I was only speeding because drivers were camping in the left lane and I was trying to get around them.
I've never been to a landfill but we have heavy trash pick up days here. I've found high quality and plenty of life left in many, many items that I rescued from the landfill!
Have a relaxing evening, Lucky!
that you found and cleaned up really nice!
You have a relaxing evening too, Aggie.
I should find all my photos and create an OP about my trash picking.
Oh, you remember the nickname Harker gave me!
Thank you, Lucky!
He died in early February, during a very cold winter.
In the driveway was a 1966 Dodge Polara, and the dump truck.
My father's brother came over and taught me how to start them up, and move them around, which I did every day.