A couple days after we got back from California, I went up to the dump with a car full of stuff. I was just minding my own business, but this big guy sees me coming and closes in on me. He grabs the bag out of my hand, and heaves it into the compactor.
“Come in here,” he growls, “I want to talk to you.”
Read the full article on the gridlock on the landfill here.
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