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<\/p>\nHere in La Luz, New Mexico we have a really nice dump. It\u2019s open 6 days a week and free to use for residents of La Luz. The perimeter wall of the dump is made from compressed tires held together with steel bands to form a square block about 4-feet across. Once stacked into place the tires were covered with steel mesh wire and shot with a gunite-type, sprayed concrete. Brown concrete color was mixed in with the gunite and it gives the impression that the dump is surrounded by one, unbroken dog turd.<\/p>\n
Inside the dump there are bins for plastics, aluminum and paper recycling. Large, black, roto-cast drums for used motor oil sit under a corrugated steel awning. In the back part of the dump, near the great open pit for inorganic material like broken concrete or unwanted fill, there are a couple of piles for old steel and garden waste. I pick through the steel pile often, you can find some good material in there if you don\u2019t mind losing a finger retrieving the metal.<\/p>\n
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Recently the dump has added a weigh station for commercial users and a large, two-story building that allows users to back into the building and toss their trash directly into 40-yard dumpsters located on the floor below. The whole place is clean and tidy. The dump crew runs a tight ship and since we don\u2019t have garbage collection out in the sticks I make frequent visits. I\u2019m such a regular that they know me by name and have my tag number memorized.<\/p>\n
Last Saturday I told my wife, CT that I was making a dump run and since I was halfway to town I might as well go to the grocery store to pick up a few items and did she want any thing from the store? \u201cPick up an interesting loaf of fresh baked bread from the bakery.\u201d I had an uneasy feeling. \u201cAnd get them to slice it into thick pieces,\u201d she finished. I told her that there was no way they were going to slice the bread for me but she said to try anyway.<\/p>\n
You know how some people have a command presence, like CT has command presence? People fall all over themselves helping CT. She can get her bread sliced anyway she wants. I have what is called Servile Presence. When I walk up to a counter the clerk gives me a look that says, \u201cWho do you think you are, buddy?\u201d<\/p>\n
I never can get my bread sliced or my prescription filled. I can\u2019t return items for store credit without a Spanish Inquisition. CT can return an item bought at a hardware store to a flower shop and the clerk is glad to be of assistance. Anything to do with banking or the department of motor vehicles CT has to do because I\u2019ve never succeeded in getting satisfaction from either place. The lowest of the beaten down, minimum wage workers need someone to kick and I am that guy.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve found that asserting myself or getting mad and yelling only results in the manager escorting me out of the store. I probably bring a lot of it on myself. I\u2019m usually dressed in dirty clothes and need a shave but that\u2019s only because whatever I am doing I get dirty doing it and who likes to shave? Let\u2019s face it: I look pretty suspicious and a bit homeless and meth-heady when out shopping.\u00a0 At least the crew at the dump treats me well.<\/p>\n
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There were five loaves of sturdy looking bread inside the bakery\u2019s counter case. These were not foo-foo bread; they had a sprinkling of finely chopped grain baked into the crown. My mouth watered thinking of those thick slices of toast sopping up the dregs of a big bowl of onion soup.<\/p>\n
The lady working behind the bakery counter was either a young-looking 110 years old or 85 years old. She had blond hair done in an up-do and a too big apron around her dress. We were 3-feet apart. \u201cExcuse me, I\u2019d like a loaf of this bread cut into 3\/4-inch slices.\u201d I waved my finger in the direction of the grain-topped bread.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019ll be a few minutes,\u201d she said, \u201cI\u2019m busy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she picked up one of the loaves, put it inside a plastic bag and tied a yellow bag-tie around the open end. She put the wrapped loaf on a grey metal rolling cart behind her. There was no one else working at the bakery section and no other customers. I made like I was looking at the other offering with interest. She picked up another loaf of the grain bread and put it inside a plastic bag and tied it closed with a yellow bag-tie. I looked at some bagels with cheddar cheese melted over the top. They looked good but I\u2019d have better chances winning the lottery.<\/p>\n
I walked back to where she was tying the third loaf into a bag and took up a position directly in front of her.\u00a0 We were not more than two feet apart now. I leaned onto the counter, crowding in on her as I\u2019ve seem CT use that tactic before. The bakery biddy glared at me and said nothing, picking up another loaf of bread to package. As much as it was possible to do so, she slid the loaf into the plastic bag defiantly, never taking her eyes off mine.<\/p>\n
The long minutes dragged by with the two of us in a mortal battle. I wanted that bread and she was not going to give it to me. The rest of the store noises faded away and a kind of tunnel vision came over me as she put the final loaf of bread into a plastic bag. It happened in slow motion. Our eyes were locked and in my peripheral vision below I saw her gnarled hands tying the yellow bag tie around the end of the plastic bag. She put the last bagged loaf onto a cart with the other five loaves then turned and smiled the phoniest ever smile at me.<\/p>\n
The bakery display case had a gaping hole where the grain bread had been. I wasn\u2019t going to give her the satisfaction of telling me there was no more. I gave one last look into those eyes that had seen so much in such a long life. She seemed genuinely happy in a \u201cNow then, how can I help you?\u201d sort of way. I turned to my shopping cart and pushed it away towards the pre-packaged factory-baked bread isle. I\u2019m hoping neither of us truly got what they wanted out of the 15-minute mini drama but I strongly suspect that since I never got the loaf of bread that I was the biggest loser.<\/p>\n
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