This weekend was garage and barn tidy time. Which inevitably results in a trip to the local transfer station.
Load up the flatbed trailer and hitch it up to the adventure truck (don’t forget to take a dog along!) and off we go.
40 minutes later we pull onto the scale at the transfer station and the cheerful lady looks us over and says “Hey you just slid right in here didn’t you. Nice job with covering your load.” and I’m thinking well duh.
- First thought- it’s the law that you have to cover your load and
- Second though — yeah I know no-one else does it but I don’t feel like being that kind of asshole.
- Oh, third thought coming up here. That state trooper that we saw sitting at the corner…
That’s right — taking advantage of the first nice weekend of the year to do a little lurking outside the transfer station ticketing the Escalade and Avalance drivers for uncovered loads.
Note that here in the progressive Pacific Northwest we do not have “dumps” we have transfer stations. Because we sure as hell aren’t keeping our trash here. Also note that irony of the fact that we who live in the middle of nowhere must drive into Kirkland (trendy midtown) to get rid of our junk.