Bless the Small Town Heart

​This husband and I…

Went to the Sanitary Landfill…had some paint to dispose of…and some other non trashable things…

Has it always been called the SANITARY landfill…or did it used to be just the landfill…or was the proper name actually the dump…because that’s what we called it…back in the day…not sure why we have to give the illusion that the landfill…is sanitary…the enveloping stench will tell otherwise…

But no matter…we did our dumping regardless…was greeted by an old friend from high school…working the office…hadn’t seen her in 40 years…then headed to Goodwill…consignment store…and Lowes for some rope…when I notice several calls and one voice message from that pizza making brother of mine…

He calls now and again…with the do you remember who…or do you remember when…this or that…because at our age it takes two minds to recall a memory…but three phone calls and a voicemail…indicated urgency…

His number is dialed and Big Brother picks up…were you at the landfill…he asks…one of us takes pause…uh yea…she says…thinking how did YOU know…are you tracking my phone…but no…he doesn’t even use a cell phone…so that’s not it…

Well they called me…he says…and you forgot to pay…

This old gal…not having been to the dump…since it was called the dump 40 years ago…misunderstood the dumping process…thought when the office lady checked our items and took my name but didn’t ask for payment…that was that…

Guess we missed the part where we drive back over the scale…and then pay…

But bless the small town heart…friend from the past…knew me…knew my Big Bro…knew he owned a Pizza Place…

Saved me total humiliation…and another brush with breaking the law…phew…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…