So, after Jose and I finished putting all the Hardiboard on the shop, we decided to haul off all the old lumber and some other stuff.
When I pulled up on the scales at the local landfill, I got out of the car and offered proof of residency to the guy in the window of the Scale House. I said, "It was easier to stand up and hand you this. I probably couldn't reach the window from the car."
His reply was, "That aint the ideal car for coming here." :punchout:
I was kinda proud of my new rig, but I had to admit to him the old Molestervan did seem more appropriate. I had to climb into it instead of climbing out of it. :)
