The other day I felt energetic. I also felt claustrophobic, that feeling
you get just before you pass out from lack of oxygen ............... I had
to take stuff to the dump.

Anyhoo, I took stuff to the dump. Included was a piece of black carpet that
had been laying around forever. I felt gratification, satisfaction, and
nearly an orgasm as I tossed things that had tripped me, sat around forever,
and just disorganized my life. GOOD RIDDANCE.

Fast forward.

I went quail hunting for the last couple of days. After I got home, I went
to wrenching on the ATV and checking things. I decided I needed a piece of
carpet in the bottom of my hard box to keep things from bouncing.

ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

It's at the dump.

Why is it that when you take stuff to the dump, you need it within a few
days?

This is about the sixty third time this has happened.

How do they know?

Steve