So it begins...
Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 7:19 pmI am a very small scale scrapper. I usually go to the scrap yard once a year, I empty my minivan early that fatefull morning, fold the seats and take everything in. Feeling the excitement, the night before, the feverish anxiety in the fresh morning air, it is quite a feeling.
Once at the scrap yard, I feel pride, knowing that my metal is sorted, cleaned from foreign material (when possible) and ready for recycling. I chat with the people at the yard and look at those huge piles of metals....
They hand me my bill of sale, I look to make sure that everything is there, go to the cashier and they give me four crisp 50$ bills a year's worth of metal. I feel happy, but then, about an hour after getting back home, a suttle but very real feeling emerges, the feeling of emptiness. I look around, no metal to be found...all gone. As I pounder if it is worth while to pursue such an endeavour one more year, I decide to take a beer and rest of the front porch. My mind goes around in circles, but then I remember the year before.... I reach for my beer, I look at the refreshing mist that comes out of it in the mid-day sun as I open it, and then just like that, I toss the cap in my empty pail, where I put the small stuff, and I say to myself, so it begins....
(I know it is a cheesee sorry at times, but (aside from the mist and the sun part) it is all true.
I am sure you'll cut me a break what can you say I speak french.
Cheers,
Once at the scrap yard, I feel pride, knowing that my metal is sorted, cleaned from foreign material (when possible) and ready for recycling. I chat with the people at the yard and look at those huge piles of metals....
They hand me my bill of sale, I look to make sure that everything is there, go to the cashier and they give me four crisp 50$ bills a year's worth of metal. I feel happy, but then, about an hour after getting back home, a suttle but very real feeling emerges, the feeling of emptiness. I look around, no metal to be found...all gone. As I pounder if it is worth while to pursue such an endeavour one more year, I decide to take a beer and rest of the front porch. My mind goes around in circles, but then I remember the year before.... I reach for my beer, I look at the refreshing mist that comes out of it in the mid-day sun as I open it, and then just like that, I toss the cap in my empty pail, where I put the small stuff, and I say to myself, so it begins....
(I know it is a cheesee sorry at times, but (aside from the mist and the sun part) it is all true.
I am sure you'll cut me a break what can you say I speak french.Cheers,
