The OFFICIAL Theme song of (The Landfill stories)
Marilyn Manson: The Disposable People
Transcribed from actual conversations with a real scale-house attendant who works at the Colorado Springs Landfill owned and managed by Waste Management named Ramona Miles.
1010 Blaney Rd
Colorado Springs, CO(719) 683-2600
A realistic and hypothetical account of how my actual disposal could actually go if they allowed this.
I decided to write this story, featuring parts from real
telephone conversations with Miss Ramona Miles who works at the gatehouse at
this landfill.
It was only 10:30 am that Tuesday morning when I arrived at the
Colorado Springs
landfill, owned and managed by Waste Management.
I had caught a ride with a man who had a trailer full of old
kid’s clothing, old toys, and some left-over opened packs of unused vintage
disposable diapers attached to a dually pick-up truck. He allowed me to load
all six boxes of unused Pampers size six,
Six boxes of unused
Huggies over-nite diapers in size six,
four unused bags of Parent’s Choice diapers in size six,
four boxes of unused Luvs diapers in size six,
four cases of unused Reassure disposable bed pads still in
their packages,
six packages of unused Dignity Classic adult diapers in size
medium,
six long clear packages of confidence adult diapers in size
large,
one green 97
gallon Waste Management trash tote,
two Rubbermaid 32 gallon sized cans full of my adult cloth
diapers, ten mixed 96
gallon and 100 gallon modified black trash bags full of
disposable diapers,
There was a short line at the entrance to the landfill when
we arrived. Two vehicles ahead of us entered the landfill and then we pulled
across the scale and stopped. The man got out at the request of Ramona miles,
who works at the gatehouse.
The man untied the tarp covering the load in the bed of his
truck revealing me wearing only my diaper, a dingy stained up white t-shirt and
socks, the trash cans, large trash bags and all of the unopened boxes, and
packages of diapers. Ramona looked at everything in the bed of the truck and
then looked at me. She then asked;
Ramona: Are you
part of the load?
Adam: Yes, Ma’am,
I am.
Ramona then asked the man to pull aside and unload my items
near the gatehouse and out of the way until she could deal with me and my
stuff. The man helped me unload all of my stuff at the designated area where he
was directed to.
Ramona: Could you
put all of that guy’s things over there in that area near the port-o-let
please? Then you can go and dump your stuff. Thank you.
Then his load was accepted. The man signed the printed
documents and then was directed to an area to dump his load.
The man finished and then pulled around to the exit side.
Before he pulled across the scale, he paused to tell me good luck. I smiled and
waved then he proceeded across the scale and then left shortly thereafter.
I waited near the scale at the gatehouse with a full 97 gallon green Waste
Management trash container full of my loose, clean and formerly wet cloth
pre-fold diapers, eight 96
gallon bags and 100 gallon trash bags
full of assorted unrolled wet and worn-but-not-wet disposable diapers, six
boxes of unused Pampers size six, Six boxes of unused Huggies over-nite diapers
in size six, four unused bags of Parent’s Choice diapers in size six, four
boxes of unused Luvs diapers in size six, four cases of unused disposable bed
pads still in their packages, six packages of unused Dignity Classic adult
diapers in size medium, four long clear packages of confidence adult diapers in
size large, two Rubbermaid 32
gallon sized cans full of my adult cloth diapers and
four contractor trash bags worth of my clothing. Ramona who works at the gatehouse
at this landfill, came out and over to where I was sitting with all of my
things, to greet me.
Ramona: (slightly
shocked at seeing that I was wearing nothing but a dingy, white t-shirt and a
really thick and bulky, crinkly disposable diaper. She reaches out her hand hesitantly
to shake mine as I catch her gazing at my thick, white, and bulky diaper.)
Hi there. I’m Ramona, and your name is Adam…right?
Adam: Yep, that’s
me…
Ramona: Well,
it’s nice to meet ya. You are here to be dumped into our landfill huh?
Well! You WILL get your wish.
Adam: It’s really
great to meet you as well. Yep, I came here to be disposed of. Today…is….THE…day.
Ramona: Did you
bring the permission documents from the owner of the landfill?
Adam: Yes, I sure
did….here they are…..I called the owner and talked to a woman in his office. She
said that she would talk to the owner and get back to me.
I take it that she got hold of him and they talked. About a
week after I talked to her, I got this letter…..
Ramona: I…see. Let
me take these from you and I will need some time to confirm and verify all of
this before we can get started…ok? Why don’t you come in here for a short while
and sit down while we wait.
Then while Ramona was busy confirming my written permission
from the owner of the landfill; Ramona had asked me to stay there inside of her
gatehouse while she confirmed the written permission by email to the owner.
I had arrived there wearing only my thick, bulky medium
sized Attends disposable adult diaper with six or eight layered toddler sized
cloth diapers inside, that made my diapers look really thick and bulky and I
had used a ton of baby powder. I was also wearing an old ragged and stained
t-shirt.
As I sat with my stuff outside, near the gatehouse, several
large front end loader trash trucks came in to weigh on the scales prior to
them driving off and being directed to their designated dumping pads by
flaggers.
There was a short time when there were no trucks or vehicles
coming to the landfill and Ramona decided to take a 15 minute break.
Ramona: Adam,
come with me. (Said Ramona to me as she began to leave the gatehouse.) Didn’t
you wear any shoes? Oh well, not to worry. You will be trash as soon as I get a
reply from the owner. So, is that diaper you’re wearing still dry or would you
like to change it before your disposal?
Adam: Sure, where
are we going? (I walk along side Ramona as she and I go for a short stroll at
the landfill) Yes, I think that my diaper does need to be changed.
Ramona: Got
everything that you want to be disposed of with? I see you’ve brought a lot of
diapers with ya. Can I give the clean ones to some people I know that could use
them? Those boxes of Huggies, the boxes of Pampers and the Boxes of Luvs and
the bags of Parent’s Choice diapers you brought, how do they fit you?
Adam: I think so
Miss Ramona. Well Ramona, I modify them to fit me so I can wear them under my
adult diapers as extra absorbency. I call it; my two-tier fountain absorbency
system. I can show you how I modify them when we get back to the gatehouse if
there isn’t a lot of traffic. You can have one of each brand or two boxes of
each brand. What is left over or that you don’t want or can’t take, can they
stay here?
Ramona: I see.
Ok, I will take a look before I have you bagged and taken over to the pit if
there is time. How do your family members feel about you doing this?
Adam: Ramona, my
family doesn’t have a choice. I am the one who gets to choose when, where and
how I die and if I die before my time. I could care less how THEY feel about
anything!
Ramona: I…see.
Let’s go over here to the pit and I’ll show you how we are going to bury you.
Adam: Sure. Why
not. It might be interesting to know that. (Shrugging my shoulders)
Ramona: See….that
big landfill compactor and the grater over there behind those trash trucks?
They are pushing everything down into that large hole over there as it comes
out of each truck. It’s a lot like sweeping everything into one big dust pan
made of dirt! That is where YOU and your….diapers and clothing will go. If
there are any trucks that come in right before closing, the loads will be
buried in there along with you.
Adam: Ramona?
Will any of those graters or compactors push any dirt on top of me after I go
in?
Ramona: Yes, the
landfill compactors and graters WILL be mixing in layers of dirt as they go.
You will get covered with other trash and layers of dirt. As soon as you sign
the documents I will have ready and printed for you, I will have you bagged
with your diapers and stuff, then I will tie the bag closed and then I will
have one or two of our laborers take you over to the pit and have them toss you
in.
Adam: Do I…HAVE
to be buried immediately?
Ramona: I’m
afraid so! That is the company policy and how we do things at this landfill.
Adam: Will any of
those landfill compactors and graters run over the bag I’m in?
Ramona: They
might!
Adam: Can someone
here change my diapers for me please? My diapers are soaking wet now.
Ramona: NO! No
one here will change your diapers for you! If you feel the need to change, you
can go into that port-o-let and change in there if you need to.
Adam: Can’t I
just change somewhere out here? You know, just anywhere? Where would I put the
diapers I change? Leave them in the port-o-let or bring them back and put them
into one of the bags I brought?
Ramona: I think
you could go into the port-o-let if you like but I wouldn’t go and change out
here on the ground for safety reasons. I would bring the soiled diapers with
you when you leave the port-o-let and then toss the diapers into one of the
bags you brought. All of the men around here also think you should have been
wearing some clothes when you arrived here. You know how men are.
Adam: Does it
matter if my diapers are wet or dry when it comes time for my disposal?
Ramona: NO! I
don’t care what condition your diapers are in! They could be leaking and soaked
or dry! It doesn’t matter, because when it’s time for disposal, you’ll be
bagged up regardless of what you are wearing or if you want to or not!
Adam: What if I
need to lay down because my back hurts? Where could I do that?
Ramona: I…don’t
know really.
Adam: What will
happen when it’s time for my disposal? How will my disposal go?
Ramona: First, I
will have you step out onto the scale with all of your stuff, and then have you
and everything weighed. Then, I will have you sign some documents and then I
will have you and your diapers bagged up and the bag tied shut. Then we will
have one of our laborers come with one of their trucks and we will load you and
everything of yours into it. Then we will have them take you over to the pit
and drop you into it. Then one of the landfill graters or the compactor will
bury you and your diapers with trash and dirt.
Are you SURE you want to do this?
Adam: Yes, I am
very sure! What if I wanted YOU to walk me over to the pit instead of bagging
me? Can we do it that way?
Ramona: Well,
that could cause the whole landfill to shut down. My operators are trained to spot
certain things coming out of the back of those trucks. They would look at us
kind of funny like; what are you doing? That is why I’d prefer to have you
bagged. Now, I have to get back to the
gatehouse now, so you need to come with me.
I followed Ramona back to the gatehouse where she and I
entered and she sat down with another person who was working in there while she
was on break.
Adam: Ramona?
Where can I sit?
Ramona: Um, you
can sit right there in that corner over there where some of your stuff is or,
you can go out to your 97
gallon can and get in and stay there for a while so I
can work.
Adam: Ok. I will
sit in the corner and wait. One more question, how long will it be until I am
disposed of?
Ramona: Ok,
that’s fine. I don’t know. As soon as the response comes in from the owner or
his secretary. As I sat there in the corner, I realized I still needed to
change my diaper. I spoke up to Ramona to ask her if I could go change my
diapers.
Adam: Um, Ramona?
I’m sorry to disturb you, but, may I go change my diapers please?
Ramona: Yes, You
may. The port-o-let is out there. (turning to one of her co-worker Mandy)
Can you walk him out to get a change of diapers then to the
port-o-let please? Then wait for him and then walk him back here, make sure he
doesn’t leave…Thanks.
Mandy: Adam? Come
with me. (Mandy and Adam walked outside and over to where Adam’s stuff was so
he could find a change of diapers. Once Adam found his diaper bag, the both of
them walked over to the port-o-let where Adam opened the door and got in. along
the way, Mandy talked with Adam, and asked him a few questions.)
So, you came here hoping to be disposed of in the landfill
like trash?
Adam: Yep! I
called here and talked with Ramona a few times and asked what I would need to
be taken as trash here. She told me that I needed a letter from the owner of
the landfill. I called the owner after hunting down the corporate number for Waste Management and I was able to
contact a miss Kim Gann. Miss Gann contacted The CEO and owner of Waste
Management and he then sent me the letter giving me permission to be taken as
trash as a walk-in or even being brought in a trash truck if I wanted to. They
gave me specific details as to what dumpsters to get into and what routes go
directly to this landfill. I choose to catch a ride from someone already coming
here and be a walk-in.
Mandy: Why are
you wearing diapers?
Adam: I have
severe central and peripheral neurological damage that is causing my urological
control problems.
Mandy: (walking
over to me and looking me over from head to toe) So, you sure look really nice
and comfy in those thick diapers of yours!
Adam: Thanks, my
diapers usually are really thick and comfy but right now, THESE diapers are
soaking wet and leaking!
I reached over to the top of my 97 gallon green trash
tote and grabbed my diaper bag. Then the laborer and I walked over to the
port-o-let where I opened the door and stepped in, closing and latching the
door.
Mandy: How long
have you been wearing diapers? (As the laborer stood just outside)
Adam: Oh..(Sounds
of tapes being unfastened from plastic are heard) since I was 5 years old. When
I was thirteen, my stepmother was told I wear diapers and she thought I had
some kind of fetish so she took me to see several professionals who then found out
that my need for diapers was real. I was then taken to two urologists who
confirmed this.
Once my stepmother was told that I needed diapers, she and I
went right out to the nearest store that same day and bought diapers. She even
let me choose the brands I wanted. Once we got home, she took me into my
bedroom and took my shorts off, and then took one of the diapers out of the
package and put it on me. I walked around the house, the backyard and even took
the separate can full of my wet diapers out wearing a diaper and a t-shirt each
week.
Mandy: Really?
What year was this?
Adam: OH…it was
around 1986 or 1987….
Mandy: Do you
ever feel embarrassed about what others think about you wearing diapers or when
you walk by and they know you are wearing a diaper? I know I do! Now hurry up
will you? I have work to do!
Adam: HELL….NO!
It doesn’t matter what others think! What they think….doesn’t even effect me
because I don’t let it! Not that it effects who I am at all! No more than your
boxers or tidy-whities do!
Mandy:
GOOD….point! Are you almost done in there?????
(I finish inserting and layering the six layers of toddler
cloth diapers and the six small infant sized cloth diapers –the toddler sized
cloth diapers in the front and the small infant sized diapers in the back-,
added lots and lots and lots of baby powder and then put the powder back into
my diaper bag along with the wipes. Then I put the really thick, white, Attends
Medium with waistband elastics on and then unlatched the door, grabbed my diaper
bag, tucking it under my right arm and then I picked up the diaper I took off,
which had six layered cloth diapers in it, the same as I had on, but now also
had used Luvs baby wipes also tucked into the diaper which I held underneath
the open diaper as I waddled out of the port-o-let. As the door slammed shut,
the laborer look at the diaper I had in my hand then look at me and my thickly
diapered butt.)
Mandy: Feel
better? More…comfy now? GOOD! I have to get to the gatehouse now, I have lots
of work to do!
Adam: Yes….MUCH
better! Now I have to go put this wet diaper into one of the bags I brought and
then we can go back to the gatehouse. I want to bring my diaper bag with me
just in case this takes too much longer.
Mandy and I walk back over to where my things are and I open
one of the tall, modified 100
gallon black trash bags that is full of my wet, and semi
wet, as well as diapers that I have worn but never got used, and tossed my wet
diapers into it then I sort of tucked the end flap over some before walking
away, towards the gatehouse with Mandy escorting me. Mandy walks ahead of me
and then opens the gatehouse door for me and holds it open while I climb the
two or three steps to get inside before she follows me in, closing the door. I
go back over to the corner and sit down with my diaper bag now to my right,
next to me on the floor.
Mandy: Would like
a bottle of water Adam?
Adam: um…sure.
Thanks.
The Laborer goes to the little refrigerator and takes out
two bottles of water and then comes over and hands one to me.
Adam: Thank you.
Mandy: You’re
very welcome.
Then Mandy walks back over to the desk and Ramona tells her
something in almost a whisper and then she looks back at me in the corner and
then she leaves the gatehouse.
Ramona: (receives
a phone call and she picks up the phone) Colorado
Springs landfill this is Ramona, how can I help you?
…um, no, I haven’t…let me go and take a look here…just a
second here……um….(pausing while her email opens up and she sees the new email
and then opens it up and starts to read it.) yes, I got it. Yep, I see
that…..uh huh…sure…no problem. Thank you. (She hangs the phone up and continues
to read the email. Then she clicks the mouse a bunch of times, copying a bunch
of the information between windows into the forms that she will eventually have
me sign and date. Ramona then grabs her radio and calls for one of the laborers
to come to the gatehouse)
Ramona: Mandy, can you please come to the gatehouse please?
Thank you.
Mandy: 10-4, be
right there.
Shortly, Mandy comes into the gatehouse and closes the door.
She comes over to Ramona who motioned for her to lean in close so I couldn’t
hear what she was telling her. Then Mandy rose up and then came over to me.
Mandy: Adam? Come
you come outside with me for a minute please?
Adam: Am I in
trouble?
Mandy: uh, no,
not at all. I just need you to come…outside with me for a minute.
Adam: will I need
my diaper bag?
Mandy: NO, you
can leave that there with your other things….
I struggle to get up and then I follow the laborer outside.
The laborer motions for me to follow him to where all of my things are.
Mandy: I need to
look through everything you brought here to see if you brought any toxic
household chemicals, paints or batteries. I also want to make sure you really,
really, really want to do this…..
Adam: O…K…go
ahead. There are nothing but my clothes, and diapers in there….and yes…I
REALLY…DO want to do this!!! I am totally fine with this!
Mandy: Alright
then….. (As Jessie does a quick check inside the green 97 gallon can and the 32 gallon cans. Then
makes me sit on top of the 97
gallon can lid)
Then, Ramona called out over the radio to make sure that my
stuff and I was put onto the scale.
Adam: Let GO of
me! Why are you holding onto my arm like that?
Mandy let go of my arm once I was on the scale. I stood on the scale as my things were placed
on the scale next to me.
Mandy: (with a
creepy smile on her face, as she grabbed me holding my forearm and forcefully
guiding me over to and onto the scale.) I was told to bring you and all of your
stuff over here to the scale. Ramona wanted me to get you and your stuff
weighed. Please stand still while we get the weight…..
Then a few laborers began to put all of my eight modified 96 gallon and 100 gallon trash bags
full of my loose, unrolled disposable diapers onto the scale along with the
four contractor trash bags full of my clothing onto the scale. Then Ramona came
out of the gatehouse and started to put the full 97 gallon green Waste
Management trash container full of my loose, clean and formerly wet cloth
pre-fold diapers, eight 96
gallon bags and 100 gallon trash bags
full of assorted unrolled wet and worn-but-not-wet disposable diapers, six
boxes of unused #Pampers size six,
Six boxes of unused #Huggies over-nite
diapers in size six, four unused bags of Parent’s Choice diapers in size six, four boxes of unused Luvs
diapers in size six, four cases of unused disposable bed pads still in their
packages, six packages of unused Dignity Classic adult diapers in size medium,
four long clear packages of confidence adult diapers in size large, two
Rubbermaid 32 gallon
sized cans full of my adult cloth diapers and four contractor trash bags worth
of my clothing, onto the scale. While Ramona recorded the weight and printed it
out, she gave the signal to go ahead and remove all of the items from the
scale. The laborers began to slide the two 32 gallon trash cans over
to the side and out of the way of the scale and possible traffic while the 97 gallon can was rolled
over next to the two 32
gallon cans. The eight 96 gallon and 100 gallon bags were
then moved over next to the green 97 gallon can and the two 32 gallon Rubbermaid
cans. six boxes of unused Pampers size six, Six boxes of unused Huggies
over-nite diapers in size six, four unused bags of Parent’s Choice diapers in
size six, four boxes of unused Luvs diapers in size six, four cases of unused
disposable bed pads still in their packages, six packages of unused Dignity
Classic adult diapers in size medium, four long clear packages of confidence
adult diapers in size large, were moved and stacked next to the bags. Then
Jessie told me to go stand over where everything was being stacked.
Adam: Why are we
standing over here now?
Mandy: Waiting
for Ramona……
Then as I stood there, looking around, watching the few
giant landfill compacters, graters and front-load buckets moving trash into the
pit from the backs of the remaining trash trucks and the drive-in customers
off-loading stuff from their trailers and pick-ups, Ramona was busy writing up
and filling out the paperwork. One of the laborers came over to me and started
to ask me a bunch of questions.
Mandy: (walking
over to me and looking me over from head to toe) Why do you want to be taken as
trash and buried here at the landfill? Why are you wearing diapers?
Adam: I want to
avoid the whole funeral industry because they refuse to respect my wishes not
to be cut open and my organs removed, weighed and put into some plastic bag and
then shoved back into my chest. I also don’t want my fluids removed!
They told me that everyone has to see a coroner, that’s the
law! I told them that I would find a work-around…they said that I wouldn’t…I
should have bet them some serious money! I would have been rich right now! I am
wearing diapers because I have to for medical reasons and since I am being
disposed of, I figured that I’d come here wearing something that is going to
get disposed of anyhow!
Mandy: So, are
they actually going to bury you here?
By the way, you look comfy in your diapers.
Adam: Thanks…. Um,
yep! I…am already property of this landfill I think. My stuff and I have
already been weighed.
Mandy: I didn’t
know that the landfill could take people! But…you’re still alive!
Adam: Yep….I am
still alive…..
Just then, Ramona stepped out of the gatehouse with a bunch
of printed paperwork forms and a “ticket” in her hand and she started coming
over to me. I was kind of half leaning on the lid of my 97 gallon green trash
tote with Jessie and one of the laborers as Ramona approached.
Ramona:
(overhearing part of the conversation between me and the laborer) …but I am
afraid not for too much longer! Adam? As soon as you sign this form, agreeing
that everything you have brought here today, including yourself is now the
property of the Colorado Springs landfill to do with as we wish and that even
after you sign this, you and all of your things WILL be immediately bagged and
disposed of. You also need to initial here that there is nothing that you’ve
brought me that is environmentally toxic like batteries, paint or toxic
household chemicals to the best of your knowledge. Ok, initial here, here, and
here, then print, sign and then date there.
As I initialed, printed, signed and then dated the forms and
then the ticket, the laborers gathered behind me as though getting ready to
pounce on me.
I finished dating the form and then I leaned back up and
then handed the forms back to Ramona. Ramona then tore out the bottom copy and
then started to hand it to me then she tucked it back onto the clipboard for a
bit while Ramona starting coming over to me after with a really, really big, new, black trash
bag that she was unfolding and opening as she came towards me.
Ramona: Its trash
bag time!!!! Ready to be bagged?
Adam: But…But… I
don’t wanna go into the bag yet! Do I….HAVE to be…bagged? I don’t wanna be
buried right now! Can’t I wait a little longer?? NO!!! I don’t wanna get in
that bag right now! NO! STOP IT! Let GO of me!
Ramona: I’m
afraid so! I’m sorry Adam. You are trash now! You are now the property of the
landfill, for us to do with as we wish! You ARE….going into that bag now
whether you want to or not! You KNEW what you were getting into when you came
here! Guys, guys! Get him and hold him
while I get this bag under and over him! Now, once he is in the bag, get all of
those diapers from the cans and then empty as many of the cloth diapers from
that green 97 gallon
can into this bag and from any of those other taller bags of disposable diapers
until it’s at capacity and then if there is still room, empty the diapers from
one of the 32 gallon
cans in. Make sure to really pack them down well! Call me when it’s time to tie
the bag shut! Don’t let him out either!
Ramona slips the bag under my feet and then pulls the bag up
and around me with the opening still open.
Adam: Wait! What
are you doing! Let go of me! DON’T!!!! STOP IT! Can’t I walk around a little
more first? PLEASE????
Ramona then leaves to let the laborers fill the bag I’m in
with some of my cloth and disposable diapers.
Laborer A: This
is going to be…your last look at the light of day little diapered piece of
trash! I hope your diapers are all…nice and comfy because that will be the last
one you’ll ever have to wear! (Turning to the other laborer) I never thought
I’d say this…to someone at a landfill of all places!!! How ironic!
Laborer B: Stop
talking trash to the trash and let’s hurry up and get this stinky piece of
diapered trash and his diapers into this bag as quickly as we can so we can get
it to the pit as fast as possible!!!!
Adam: GUYS!!
GUYS!!! It’s HOT and stinky in this bag! Those are wet diapers you’re tossing
at me! Hey! Why are you tossing those packs of my adult diapers in here? Those
are clean!!!
Jessie comes over to where the bag I am in is, with a
clipboard in their hand;
Mandy: Adam, how
tall are you?
Adam: 5’9 and a
half….
Mandy:
(commenting to himself out loud and taking looks at me then looking back at the
clipboard) eyes are brown, hair is dark brown…..skin is medium complected,
Adam, do you have any birth marks and or scars I should know about?
Adam: Yea! One on
my lower back near the elastics of my diaper, my left shoulder has a scar,
under my chin is a scar; I have a small scar on my inner right leg just below my
right knee…why?
Mandy: Guys, let
me take a look at that for a minute…in fact, I need to get a picture of that
and any scars he has. Can you lower the bag a little please? Hold onto him
while I get these pictures for me…good…thanks.
The other gatehouse worker uses their smartphone to take
pictures of me, my diapered butt, my scars and birthmarks. Then they ask a few
more questions before leaving and returning to the gatehouse.
Jessie: How old
are you?
Adam: I am 42 and
a half.
Jessie: about how
much do you weigh?
Adam: I weigh
about 175 to 185…somewhere in there.
HEY! That is my…diaper bag! Where is it being taken????
Jessie: It’s
trash! Would you rather it be put into your trash bag?
HEY! HEY! Bring that diaper bag over here! Put it into this
trash bag!
My diaper bag gets tossed into the bag I am standing in.
Adam: What is
going to happen to all of those unopened boxes and bags of my Pampers, Luvs,
Huggies, and Parent’s Choice diapers?
Just then, Ramona comes out of the gatehouse to check on the
progress of filling the bag.
Jessie: (To
Ramona) Ramona? The diapered trash here, wants to know what is going to happen
to all of those unopened boxes and bags of Pampers, Luvs, Huggies and Parent’s
Choice and the rest of his diapers over there!
Ramona: (coming
over to the opening of the almost full trash bag and peering down inside) Well
there…sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about what is going to happen to them
so much as what is going to happen to you! Those boxes of diapers are trash as
are the rest of them! They will be tossed into the pit when these guys take
this bag you and your diapers are in, to the pit! (Turning to the two laborers)
about how many more diapers will fit in here do you think? How many are left?
Laborer: I’d have
to say that there is about a quarter of the 97 gallon can left down
in there….and we could maybe get half of what is left into the bag before it
would be tied shut.
Ramona: Ok, so go
bring as many as you can carry and put them into the bag and then we will see where
we are. (Turning back to peer back into the bag) Are you all nice and comfy in
there yet? Once I tie this bag shut, the air inside won’t last that long and it
will become really hard to breathe! With the amount of weight that will be on
you and the diapers, it might even take a shorter amount of time to get hard to
breathe! Did you get a chance to change your diaper before I tie the bag shut? Would
you like a last drink of water or anything?
Adam: I WOULD
like to drink a couple bottles of water first, if that is ok with you….yes,
Ramona, I did get a chance to change my diapers. I feel a LOT more comfy now!
Ramona: Sure…I
think we can allow you to do that….then I’m sorry but it will be time for
disposal!
Adam: Can’t I
finish drinking my water first? PLEASE tell me it’s not time for my disposal
yet????
Ramona: You can
drink your water while you wait until you are tossed into the pit, inside the
bag. After you get the two bottles of water, I will allow you to drink one then
I will have to tie the bag shut.
One of the laborers brings two water bottles over and hands
them to Ramona. Ramona then opens one of the bottles, reaches down into the bag
and hands them both to me one at a time. I begin to gulp the water down until
the bottle is empty.
Adam: Here, the
empty bottle.
Ramona: No, you
can keep it in there with you. I have to tie the bag shut now….bye-bye sweetie!
Ramona then begins to take wads of the plastic sides and
twists them enough so that she can tie the bag shut as tightly as possible. Ramona
pulls the sides of the bag up some more so to get a little more plastic wadded
up so she can tie the bag tightly! She then uses some kind of tape to hold the
top of the bag closed.
Adam: HEY!
Ramona! It’s hot in here!!! NO! STOP! I don’t wanna be disposed of yet!!! Can I
get out for a bit please???? HEY! Put the bag down! Where are you taking me????
Ouch! What was that???? GEES! Careful! I am IN here!!!! The
plastic is sticking to me in here! I am sweating hard! Can I at least get a diaper
change before I am disposed of?
Ramona: TOUGH!
TOO BAD! Time to go into the pit now…bye-bye!
Male voice from
outside the bag: Will YOU shut the hell up? You are trash now! Anything you
wanna say before we load you into the truck and take you to the pit?
Adam: I will miss
you sunshine, water and air!!!! Tell my
adopted son, Evan William Lewis, that I am buried here!
Male voice from
outside the bag: Will do. Ok one, two, and three!
Suddenly the bag I was in was lifted by two strong guys and
it was tossed into the bed of a pickup truck. Then all eight of the 100 gallon bags of my
diapers were then tossed in on top of the bag I was in! Then I could faintly
hear the sounds of the boxes of my diapers being tossed in then a couple of the
bags of Parent’s Choice diapers hitting the side of the bag I was in. Then I
heard someone say: “Is it all in? ready? Then I heard the engine start and the
truck go into gear. Then the truck began to drive, bouncing a little as it
drove over the potholes and small holes in the dirt. Then I felt the truck turn
around then stop. Then I heard it change gears. Then the truck started to back
up slowly until it stopped and the engine was turned off. I faintly heard the
sound of a door open and some footsteps coming closer. Then I faintly heard
some male voices talking and then I could hear the sounds of the landfill
compactors and the graters really nearby as they rumbled up closer and closer.
I then heard a far away male voice shouting: “Do you need a hand with that?”
Then I heard a male voice standing really close to the bag I
was in say: “Yea…could you help us toss
all of these bags in? The bottom one is REALLY heavy!”
Then I heard the sounds of someone getting into the bed next
to the bag and then someone’s shoe kicked the side of the bag a little as the
bags on top of the one I was in, were lifted out and tossed down into the pit,
one by one. I could hear the men grunting as they heaved the bags into the pit.
Then I felt the bag on top of me get lifted and tossed. Then, I could hear some
sounds of heavy breathing, grunting and then some one said: “Ok, you get on that side, you, get on the
bottom end, and then you get the top end and then we will all lift at the same
time…ready? One…two….THREE!”
I could feel the bag I was in, being lifted up and the
wobbling and giggling of the diapers all around me told me that the bag I was
in, was just about to be tossed down into the pit!
Then, all of a sudden, it was like the bag I was in, started
to fall then the bag I was in hit the ground and then started to tumble down
what seemed like a long slope before it came to rest against something like one
of the bags that was on top of me. Then I felt the boxes of my diapers suddenly
fall onto the bag I was in and they came to rest near the bag. Then, I heard
the sounds of one of the landfill compactors coming closer and closer.
All of a sudden, before I knew what was happening, it was as
though an avalanche of trash suddenly cascaded and crashed down on top of the
bag I was in and then the landfill compactor started to shove more and more
trash on top of the bag I was in and layers of dirt as it pushed the trash
deeper and deeper into the pit, covering it all forever.
Inside the bag, the weight was tremendous!!! It was getting
colder and colder and harder and harder to breathe!!!! So, as I gasped for air,
I figured that I should simply start to try to go to sleep and then I’d be gone
before I knew it. It must have taken about two and a half hours before the
sheer weight was too much for me. I stopped breathing and died right there with
my mouth open, my eyes shut and my head falling to the side slightly.
Suddenly it was like I was suddenly back above the ground. I
was still wearing the same diaper I came there in but as I began to walk over
to where the gatehouse was and started to try to talk to Ramona, it was as
though she couldn’t even hear me or if I wasn’t even there!
(Camera pans out from under the dirt, through the various
layers of trash and continues to pan out until the continent of the whole USA is seen as
though it were seen from space. The voice of the gatehouse worker; Ramona is
heard narrating the end of the movie. Add Ramona’s audio comments and short
wisdom quotes then fade to black and bring up theme music)
The End……
This sounds to me like a great way to go.
ReplyDeleteI would like to know if this has or is going to be your reality?
ReplyDeleteWouldn't YOU....like to know!
DeleteLooking into a local landfill and thier waste policy.
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