Seems dumps must only hire a particular kind of person.
Before we emigrated I took along a load to our local dump. I had all the paperwork to prove I was local ready, though in the end nobody could be bothered to check. I followed the sign marked "public refuse/recycling" (or something similar) and drove on in. I got out of my car and started to unload. After a while one of the "customer service operatives" finished his chat and fag and wandered over to tell me I was in the wrong place. I should be at the dump on the other side of the wall (to which their is no sign). To reinforce his point, 3 garbage trucks rolled on in to do their thing, blocking my exit. I was sat there for ages like a fool while him and his chums had another fag.
Seems dumps must only hire a particular kind of person.
Before we emigrated I took along a load to our local dump. I had all the paperwork to prove I was local ready, though in the end nobody could be bothered to check. I followed the sign marked "public refuse/recycling" (or something similar) and drove on in. I got out of my car and started to unload. After a while one of the "customer service operatives" finished his chat and fag and wandered over to tell me I was in the wrong place. I should be at the dump on the other side of the wall (to which their is no sign). To reinforce his point, 3 garbage trucks rolled on in to do their thing, blocking my exit. I was sat there for ages like a fool while him and his chums had another fag.