The secret of going to the landfill
I have a secret I have been keeping for years. And now I want to pass this sage piece of advice along to our readers.
If you plan on going to the landfill, go very early and keep your mouth shut about the fact you are going.
This secret isn't about any particular landfill, but about just the process of going there.
I learned very many years ago that going to the dump is a lot like going to Salt Lake; if you tell people you are going often they will say "Hey I ordered a wachamcolit from XMZ Supply last week and they have it now. Can you pick it up for me?"
Yep its that kind of thing but in reverse. If you tell people you are going to the landfill, any landfill, they will dig up all kinds of things to send with you.
I learned this many years ago just after I had a new house built in Riverton. One day I was hauling off a bunch of stuff from the construction of the house (I working part of the cost off with sweat equity) and one of my new neighbors came over and asked me if I could haul a few things away for him. Sure I said.
When I was done loading the truck at my house I went to his. He had 10 chunks of concrete each weighing about 120 lbs. We put those in my half ton pickup and the back bumper was almost dragging on the ground.
Another neighbor came by and saw us and asked if I would hook up his utility trailer that was also full of junk and haul it to the landfill. Wanting to be a "good" new neighbor to this man I said "Sure."
We pulled my truck over and hooked up this 16 foot trailer full of wood, broken up sheetrock and trees. And I mean trees, not saplings.
I asked if either of them could come help me unload and they both had "commitments."
As I went to pull away another neighbor stopped me and said "If you are going to the landfill I have some stuff that needs to go to the dump. Can you take it for me?"
What did I say? The chump that I was said yes. We then loaded on a bunch of rusty pipe and old chain link fencing. Halfway through loading it his wife called him in for lunch. I finished loading it and started to sneak out of the neighborhood, but aother neighbor flagged me down.
"Are you going to the landfill?" he asked.
I nodded my head up and down, despite the fact my brain was saying shake your head to the negative.
Soon I was backed into his back yard and helping him tear down an old shed that he had built many years before.
I had started loading my truck at 6#0 that morning. By the time I got out of there it was 2:30 in the afternoon.
"Hey," I said to the final neighbor. "How about coming with me to unload all this stuff?"
He said "Sure." But then he qualified it.
"I will meet you out there because I have to run to the the NAPA dealer to get a strater for my truck," he said.
I climbed 114th south going west very slowly as my 20 year old truck with a little six cylinder engine chugged along pulling much more weight than it probably wanted to. Finally I arrived at what was then the Trans-Jordan Landfill.
I started unloading all that stuff. It took me well over an hour and those 120 lb. blocks of concrete about did my what was then my 25 year old body in. I realized that by the time I was through three quarters of what was on my truck and on the trailer behind it was not mine. Of course now that it lay on the ground, it was no ones.
Oh and my neighbor who was going to come help? He showed up as I was driving out of the gate to go home.
"I got delayed," he said. "Did you get rid of all that stuff?"
Well DUH I thought. Look at the trailer and look at the truck. It is now empty.
And without a beat skipped he also said "If you go next week I have some concrete that needs to come out here too."
I pulled away.
That day is the day I came up with my philosophy of going to the landfill early and not telling anyone I was planning on going.
So if you have a twenty-something neighbor and you see him loading his truck up to go to the landfill, take advantage.
He will probably not say no.