Sanitation Districts of LA County

My favorite dump. You can bring rubbish here and dump it out. I bring my dog with me. He rides shotgun. My dog barks at people when they get too close to me. I tell my dog it’s okay.
My refuse uniform includes 3 things: a navy blue bandanna wrapped around my nose and mouth, a pair of cowhide gloves, and royal-​blue cover-​alls.
You can get free dirt here. And there is a catering truck. Burgers and fries. Sodas too. The lady cook on the roach-​coach is beautiful. She breaks a lot of hearts at the dump. Grown men cry when she rejects their advances. Her dad owns the lunch wagon. He wants to marry his daughter off. But she likes the gangster-​boys back in the city. Hard-​working Rancheros are too nice for her taste. They remind her of her dad. The green-​eyed beauty wants an exciting life, or an easier life, but the thought of a hard-​working Ranchero life kills her heart and soul.
Costs $ 36.25 to unload a truck-​load of trash. Your rubbish must be covered or they won’t let you through the gate. Fun to drive up the winding hill. Sometimes the on-​site traffic-​control people are not paying attention. I have dumped my waste in the «Don’t-dump-your-rubbish-in-this-area» area a few times.
Sometimes the traffic control people yell at me. My dog barks at them. The traffic supervisor tells me to be careful next time. I say sorry and thank you.
I stop on the way out for a cheeseburger and fries. I eat my food with a knife and fork. More sanitary. The rustic-​rubbish handlers stare at my utensils. I play chess with the sanitation-​workers. The garbage-​men play chess well. Or maybe I play chess poorly.
I get a kick out of this landfill.