The
Labrie side loader
Garbage Day
TrashSquirrel started his weekly route and was out at the
first stop by 4:00 am.
Today was different. Today his boss had informed him that
someone at one of the stops along his route, that had a lot of people living
there, that they had called and requested that they be allowed to dispose of
their diapered son that was disabled in the trash. They said that they had
written consent from the legislature, the department of health and environment
as well as the county commissioners to do so. TrashSquirrel’s boss reluctantly
agreed to allow this due to the landfill also accepting this waste.
The mother and father came into the office at the trash
collection company with copies of the signed letters of consent and they gave
them to the manager of the company.
They had also brought their two kids that they wished to
dispose of that week.
Ted: (Trash
Company Manager): Hi there, what is YOUR name?
Boy: Chris
Ted: and what is
YOUR name little girl?
Girl: Chrissie.
Ted: Those sound
like nice names.
The manager authorized the acceptance with his signature and
then he lifted the office phone receiver and called the company landfill to
authorize the acceptance of the diapered boy, the diapered girl and all of
their things. Once he hung up, he replaced the receiver, and then informed the
parents that they would take their diapered kids as trash when the trash truck
came by.
Ted: On trash
day, have your diapered kids and everything out at the curb and waiting for the
driver by 7:30 am. The Driver will load them and take them to the landfill and
I will see YOU two…..on trash day!!!
Father: Is there
an extra fee that we need to pay?
Ted: Yes, as a
matter of fact….there is. The fees are $40 per kid and $30 for the entire load
of trash.
Mother to Father:
honey……that seems cheap. I have $60 in cash right here….what do you have?
Father to Mother:
I have….(pulling out cash from pocket) $80. We can swing it…..
The kids’ father takes his wife’s $60 and then takes HIS $60
and gives it to The Company manger.
Ted: Thanks. I
will print you a receipt.
The Receipt prints and the company manager gives the father
the white copy.
Father: Thanks.
The Father hands his wife the receipt and all four of them
leave the office, get into their car and then drive home, only stopping along
the way to pick up some more baby powder and wipes.
The family returns home and the mother goes to the kids’
room to change both of their diapers and get them down for their daily nap. Once
all that was done, the couple sat down on he couch and began to talk about what
they would do with their new found freedom. The father suggested that they
start getting of the kids’ clothes out and bagged up and made ready for
disposal. The mother agrees. She gets right up, goes to the hallway closet that
contains all of the kids’ extra cloth diapers, onesies, footed sleepers plastic
pants and quite a few unopened packs of disposable diapers too. The mother
starts to take out three large, black 65 gallon trash bags, and then she opens
the first one, then starts tossing everything she took out of the closet that
belongs to the kids, into the first bag until it was full. Then she tied the
bag up and sets it aside. Next, she grabs one of the new bags, opens it up, and
then quietly goes into the kids’ room and into their closet. She turns the
closet light on, then starts taking their clothes out of the closet, off the
hangers and puts them into the bag until that bag is full.
The ONLY things left are two opened packages of disposable
diapers, three dozen toddler sized cloth diapers, and four pair of printed
plastic pants as well as four clean onesies and two white dirty ones.
Meanwhile, it has been close to three hours since their
mother had started cleaning out everything that was being disposed of that
week. Chris wakes up in his safety bed and sits up looking at what his mom is
doing for a little while.
Chris: Mommy?
Katherine: Yes
sweetie…..
Chris: What are
you doing with all of my clothes and all of my cloth diapers????
Katherine: Well
hon, your father and I are throwing them all into the trash this week. The
trash man will take them tomorrow.
Chris: How come
you are throwing away all of my disposable diapers too, the clean ones mommy?
Katherine: they
are being taken out as trash too. You won’t be needing them any more.
Chris: Why mommy?
Katherine: I am
so sorry to have to tell you this….but you and your sister are being thrown
away tomorrow when the trash man comes. Your father and I JUST paid the trash
company to take you two. They told us to have you two out at the curb with
everything we are throwing away by as early as 7:30 am. That is really early
son, so I want to get everything out there tonight so that ALL we have to do is
carry you two outside and lay you across the trash cans and on the trash bags
in the morning as we all wait for the trash man.
Chris: MOMMY! You
are throwing my sister and I away???? WHY?????
Katherine: Honey,
your father and I are tired of diapering you two! We had high hopes that you
two would have been out of diapers by now. It is SUCH a drain…on our incomes
and we really don’t want to do this any more. We TRIED to adopt you out but NO
adoption agency had room for you two and we put ads in the paper and got no
calls.
We have no choice. We called the state people and they sent
us a letter approving us to dispose of you two as trash. So, we took the
letters to the trash company and they accepted you two. We even had to pay
their fees. You now belong to the trash company.
Chris: NOOOOOO!
PLEASE!!! Don’t let them take us!!!! I don’t WANNA be trash!!!! Will I get my diapers changed before you take my sister and
I out to the curb?
Katherine: NO, I
am afraid not. That is why I am going to diaper you two in super, super bulky
and thick diapers as I can….tonight when it’s time to go to bed. That way…..you
will still be somewhat comfy when we take you out there in the morning even if your
diapers are soaked. The trash men don’t care if your diapers are wet or not
anyhow.
Chris: Will I get
anything to drink as I wait for the trash man?
Katherine. NO…I’m
sorry you will not.
Just then, the father walks in carrying the three cases of
unused clean thick disposable diapers from the garage into the kids’ room.
Patrick: (Kid’s
father) I brought these three cases of their diapers in so we can either use a
few then dispose of what is left or we can just throw them all way now.
Katherine: Babe,
they still have most the packs I opened yesterday. They have only used two
diapers out of each pack. Go ahead and throw the packs away.
Patrick:
OK…out…they go! Kids? Say GOOD BYE to your nice, comfy, clean disposable
diapers!!!!!
Their father picks the cases up and carries them outside
where he leaves the packs on the top of the overflowing 32 gallon trash cans
already at the curb before coming back into the house to take the black bags
outside where he leaves them behind the trash cans.
Patrick then comes back inside and sits down in his recliner
to watch some TV.
Katherine is still busy loading the last of the 32 gallon
cans full of clean and dirty cloth diapers, plastic pants and a few new packs
of Huggies, Pampers and Parent’s Choice disposable diapers in size six and size
seven.
Chris: Mommy? Can
I…have a few of my diapers please????
Katherine: Sorry
sweetie, once they are trash, I’m not taking them back out again. They are
dirty now. When you get put into the trash truck, you will get all of your
diapers then.
Chris: But MOMMY!
I don’t WANNA be trash!
Katherine: You do
NOT have a CHOICE!!!!
Chris: Who is
going first to the curb?
Katherine: Your
sister will. She is the closest to the door.
Christie wakes up and sits up in her safety bed and wipes
her eyes.
Christie: What
are you doing Mommy? Why are you taking all of our cloth diapers and those new
packs of our comfy diapers and putting them into that trash can????
Katherine: I am
throwing them all away. They are trash now.
Christie:
But…don’t you need them to put on us????
Katherine: Since
you just woke up, I have to tell you that your father and I are throwing you
and your brother away tomorrow on trash day. You now belong to the trash
company. They are coming to take you with all of your things.
Christie:
Wait…WHAT????? What do you mean mommy?
Katherine: Honey,
your father and I are tired of diapering you two! We had high hopes that you
two would have been out of diapers by now. It is SUCH a drain…on our incomes
and we really don’t want to do this any more. YOU and your sister just go
through too many diapers!!!!!!
Christie:
So…..that’s it? We are trash now? Was THAT what you two were talking about with
that man in that office? I WONDERED why he told us “he would see us on trash
day!” So…we belong to them now?
Katherine: I am
afraid so……tomorrow morning the trash man is going to come and take you two and
we won’t need you any more.
Christie: But I
am NOT going to become trash!!! I will NOT go out there!!!!
Katherine:
OH….YES…YOU…WILL!!!! Do you want to go out there NOW????
Christie; GO
ahead! DO IT! I bet you won’t!!!!
Katherine: OK
then, you…are NOW going RIGHT outside to the curb and once I put you out there,
you are NOT coming back in here! NO diaper changes, NO milk bottles and you
WILL spend the night out there! Do you really want this????
Katherine takes Christie's hand and starts to tug her in the
direction of the bedroom doorway.
Christie: OK! OK!
O…K!!!! But can I at LEAST have my diaper changed before I go out?
Katherine: Yes. I
am going to diaper you and your brother in nice, super, super thick diapers
tonight before you two go to bed and that way, I won’t need to change your
diapers before taking you two out to the curb in the morning! If you give
me….ANY MORE trouble today, you WILL be spending the rest of the time in a nice
full trash bag waiting to be taken out in the morning! Do you hear me?????
Christie: (With a
solemn look on her face.) YES…MOMMY!!!!!
Katherine: Now…..would you like to help take more of the
cases of your nice, comfy, thick disposable diapers out to the curb????
Christie: Yes
mommy, I will help…….
Katherine: Your
father is going to be busy taking your beds apart and then taking them out to
the curb for disposal with your blankets, sheets and everything else that goes
with them.
Chris: But where
will we sleep tonight????
Katherine: YOU
and your sister will sleep in your cribs tonight and then I will come and wake
you two up at 6:00 and then I will take you both outside to the curb to wait
for the trash man to come. As we wait, you two can stand or sit next to me so
that I know both of you won’t try to run away.
Katherine takes Chrissie to the garage then hands her two
packs of her unopened thick disposable diapers.
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Once Christie has the two packs in her hands, her mom picks
up the cardboard box filled with the remaining packs of diapers and carries it
out side to the curb with Christie in tow. Katherine puts the box of diapers
down on the ground then turns to take the two packs of diapers from Christie.
She then puts the two packs of diapers on top of the trash bags sitting at the
curb behind the trash cans.
Katherine: OK Christie, let’s go inside and change your diaper again. I am going to change
your diapers every half hour now, wet or not and throw them away. I need to try
to use up the rest of the diapers in the two packs in your room before the
trash men come.
Katherine puts her right hand on Christie's left shoulder
and guides her back into the house.
Once inside the house, Christie's mom guides her into her
room and leaves her standing near the dressers while she gets the diaper out of
the package and opens it up.
Katherine: OK
sweetie, its diaper changing time…..lay down right there on the floor. That’s
my girl. OK mommy will change you now and in half an hour, if you are wet or
not I am going to change you again….
Christie: But
MOMMY! Isn’t that a waste of diapers?????
Katherine: No, it
isn’t sweetie. I’d much rather throw away dry diapers that have been worn than
clean unused diapers which IS a waste of diapers. We HAVE to throw away all of
the left-over diapers that you and your brother have because you won’t be able
to use them and we have NO use for them once you two are gone. Now lift up for
mommy so I can take your diaper off of you.
Katherine changes Christie's diaper and as she pulls the wet
one out from under her, she plops it onto her chest while she puts the clean
one on. Then, Katherine opens up the clean, thick bulky, slightly stiff
NorthShore Overnight Supreme diaper and then lifts Christie’s bottom as she
slides the diaper underneath her. Then once her bottom is in the padding of the
clean diaper, Katherine starts to add eight toddler sized cloth pre-fold
diapers into the already thick disposable diaper for added absorbency, layering
them, four in front and four in back, with each layer of cloth diapers
overlapping each other slightly in the center. Then Katherine grabs a baby
powder bottle, opens it with a little puff, and then begins to shake a TON of
the powder into the diapers in front and in back before taking the front wings of the thick diapers and
pulling them up and fastening the tapes.
Once she gets the clean one on, she takes the wet one from
Christie’s Chest in one hand and helps Christie up with the other. Poor
Christie can’t put her legs together because her clean, super, super thick and
bulky diapers won’t allow it.
Katherine: Its
6:00 pm now hon, and the trash can full of your diapers is full and needs to be
taken out now. YOU…can help me take the diapers I JUST took off of you out there
for disposal. Let’s go…come on…here….carry your diapers…..
Christie: Do I
HAVE to carry them mommy? Will the trash man care if my diapers are wet or not?
What if my diapers are leaking?
Katherine: Yes
baby, you do. ….the trash men won’t care if your diapers are wet and leaking or
not…they are just going to take you, load you into their NICE, COMFY trash
truck then take you away.
Katherine leads Christie out of the front door and down the
front walkway and then out to the curb, wearing ONLY the diapers she just got
changed into. Katherine stands in front of the tall and wide trash barrel
already at the curb.
Katherine:
(Opening the lid and flipping it over so that Christie can toss in her diapers) OK baby, toss your diapers in and then lets go back into the
house and get you your last bottle for the night and then…it’s bedtime for you
little one.
Katherine then reaches behind the tall and wide can and then
flips the lid closed. Then Katherine and Christie go back into the house to get
Chris ready for disposal.
Katherine walks into the front door, and then closes it
behind her. Then she goes into Chris’ room where he is and starts gathering all
of the diapers she will need to change Chris for disposal.
Katherine: Hey
Chris, it’s time for a diaper change.
Chris: I’m not
wet yet mommy.
Katherine: I
don’t care. I’m changing your diaper, wet or not. Once I am done changing you, all
of your diapers and clothing are going RIGHT out to the curb for the night until
the trash men come.
Chris: Is THIS
going to be…the LAST diapers I get to wear mommy?
Katherine:
OF…COURSE! You are trash now!
Chris:
But…But…WAIT! Don’t I get to choose the diapers I want to wear?
Katherine: NO,
sorry! After I am done changing you, you will get your last bottle and then
it’s time for bed.
Katherine sets all of the diapering supplies down next to
Chris and then lays him down on the floor in the living room. She then starts
to unfasten the tapes of Chris’ clean and still dry Star Diapers.
Once she gets the tapes unfastened, she pulls the front of the diaper down, and
then she gets the clean star diaper opened and ready. Then she takes the eight
ex-diaper service, toddler sized pre-fold cloth diapers and then puts four into
the back of the star diaper then she puts the other four into the front
temporarily until she can slide the other diaper out and slide the clean star
diaper under Chris’ bottom. Then Katherine slides the old, not wet star diaper out
and then slides the new diaper under Chris before she starts to fold and layer
all of the cloth pre-fold diapers. Once the cloth pre-fold diapers are folded
up and layered, she takes one of Chris’ bottles of baby powder and nearly
shakes the whole bottle into his front and back of the diapers before she takes
out half of the wipes and individually tosses them into his diaper, all wadded
up. Then she takes the front wings, and then pulls the front of the star diaper
up and begins fastening the tapes on each side.
Katherine:
(grabbing the now folded over Star Diaper and then taking Chris’ hands and
helping him up) OK Chris…..time to dispose of your diapers now. Take your
diapers (Hands Chris his diapers) and carry them outside to the trash cans at
the curb for mommy….
As Chris takes his diaper, Katherine goes into Chris’ closet
and takes out the last of the two packs of his Star Diapers,
one pack is opened and only has two diapers used from it and
the other is
unopened, and then takes Chris’ right hand and then leads him to
the front door, then outside to the front walkway, on their way to the curb out
in front. Chris had been wearing a baby blue onesie bodysuit that was now
unsnapped in the crotch.
Chris: Mommy? Can
I have you take my onesie off please? I don’t wanna wear it!
Katherine: Yes,
in JUST…a moment…
Katherine set the two packs of diapers down next to the
trash can then Katherine began to take the onesie off. As Chris stood out at
the curb with the trash can lid opened, Katherine instructed Chris to raise his
arms up above his head while she rolled the onesie up and then pulled it off.
Katherine: OK
Chris, now put your arms up above your head for a little bit so I can get your
onesie off. GOOD…boy……
Once the onesie was off and in her hands, Katherine dropped
the onesie on top of one of the packs of diapers before she reached behind the
can and flipped the lid closed again.
Katherine: Ok
Chris, let’s get back inside now. It’s time for bed now.
Katherine and Chris go back into the house. Chris is
waddling from all of the thick diapers that he has on and as he waddles, the
plastic of his thick diapers crinkles loudly.
Katherine and Chris go right into his room and his mom helps
him into his large crib then she raises the side and then locks it then she
turns the light out and closes the door with just a crack still open.
Katherine: Ok
Chris, Your father and I still have a few things to bring out to the trash cans
while you sleep. Morning will come fast so…get as much rest as you can. Good
night.
Around 7:00 pm, Katherine and carrying large black trash
bags full of Chrissie’s Clothing and Chris’ Clothing. Katherine drops
Chrissie’s bags of clothing next to the can to the right because the can is
almost full and she still has several diaper pails to empty into the can.
Patrick comes out, dragging four tall, fully filled black
trash bags of Chris’ clothes then he leaves the bags right next to the can.
Then the two of them go back into the house again and then they both return
carrying three cases of their unused, clean packs of their star diapers and NorthShore
diapers. As they approach the two cans, Katherine tells Pat to take the packs
out of the cardboard boxes and toss them right into the cans.
Katherine: Honey?
Go ahead and take the packs of diapers out of the boxes and then toss them into
the cans. Then once we’re done with that, let’s go back inside and get their
three diaper pails and empty them into the cans.
Patrick:
Sure….that works.
Both Patrick and Katherine unlock the lids on both cans and
then flip the lids over so that they can start tossing the unused packs of
clean diapers into the cans. Box by box, they toss the diapers from the boxes
right into the cans. Then, when they are done, they reach over and flip the lids
closed again. Then, the two leave the empty boxes by the curb and go back into
the house again to go and drag out the six diaper pails between the two.
(Three pails each)
Once both Katherine and Patrick have made the three trips
back and forth to and from the house, bringing all six of the diaper pails from
both Christie's room and Chris’ room, they flip the lids open again and then
start emptying each of the diaper pails into the cans.
They both spread the loose, a few unrolled, folded-over wet
diapers and the rolled up messy diapers out as the diapers spill out into the
cans.
The night was filled with cold air and the occasional sounds
of people and cars going by until around 3 am when Chris had fallen asleep
finally. What seemed like only a few hours later, around 7:40 am, a very loud
sound of a large diesel engine and squeaking air brakes in the neighborhood
woke Chris up startled. Knowing that was the sound of the approaching trash
truck, Chris flooded his thick diapers to the point of almost leaking!!! He began
to shake and quiver in fear! Katherine came into his room and then unlocked the
side and let it down quickly. She then helped Chris out and onto his feet then
she went to Christie’s room and got HER out of HER crib then she lead the both
of them outside through the front door and then down the walkway and then out
to the curb to wait for the approaching loud trash truck in the cool, crisp
spring air. As the sounds came closer and closer, the trash truck could be seen
coming closer and closer and before everyone knew it, the trash truck had
pulled up right in front of the cans. The trash truck driver, known as
“TrashSquirrel” on a popular social media video site, jumped out of the cab,
grabbed the six black trash bags, one at a time, tossing them into the hopper
of his Labrie manual side loader trash truck. Once he had the bags tossed, it
was now time to start emptying the four tall, wide trash cans that were very
over-filled for some reason, and rather heavy this week.
TrashSquirrel: Hey you two, you out here to watch me dump all of your trash?
Katherine: No,
actually, didn’t your boss tell you that you had two diapered people to pick up
as trash this week?
TrashSquirrel: He
DID mention something about that and he pointed that out on my route list….
(Goes back to his cab to get the list out on the clipboard…then he looks at it
in front of Katherine) AWE…yes. Then YOU must be…..Chris and YOU little lady
must be…..Christie…right?
Chris: Yes…that’s
me…PLEASE! Don’t take me as trash! I don’t wanna go in there!!!!
TrashSquirrel:
Well dude, you don’t have a choice! My company OWNS you now! That means…that I
HAVE to take you as trash! If I don’t take you, then my BOSS will get mad at me
and I COULD loose my job for NOT doing my job! I will be a little nice and I
will dump some of your diapers and trash in first then I will toss you in….and
then I will have to run the packer….sorry to say…..
Chris:
Please…sir….Don’t throw my…nice….comfy….clean disposable diapers in there!!!
PLEASE!!!
TrashSquirrel:
(Dumping the first aluminum 32 gallon trash can full of onesies, footed
sleepers, loose cloth diapers and plastic pants into the hopper then putting
the can back down then reaching over and grabbing Chris’s left hand and
forcefully yanking Chris over to the side of the hopper) Do I need to pick you
up and toss you in or will you help me by climbing into the hopper?
Chris: NOOOO!
PLEASE! PLEASE!!! Don’t make me….go in there!!!!
TrashSquirrel:
O…K! Looks like I’m going to have to toss….you in there!!!
TrashSquirrel takes Chris over his shoulder and picks him
up. Then Chris is sat onto the side of the hopper then TrashSquirrel gives
Chris’s Chest a light shove and Chris falls backwards into the hopper with his
legs still dangling over the side. TrashSquirrel flips his legs in then hits
the packer button as he goes over to toss the loose packages of clean diapers
into the hopper as the compactor blade has already advanced half way. The packs
land and then slide across the top of the packer blade. Then TrashSquirrel
empties the first of two 97 gallon cans into the hopper.
Chris: UUUUUUUH!
UUUUUUUUUUUUUH! UH!
Then the Compactor blade starts to retract and Chris and his
diaper spring back into the hopper with some of the other trash and his diapers
and clothing as the packs of diapers and the rest of the loose diapers and
other trash bags fall into the bottom of the hopper floor on top of his face
and body. TrashSquirrel then empties the second 97 gallon overfilled can and as
the can gets picked up, some of the loose, unrolled wet diapers fall out and
onto the ground. A few loose cloth pre-fold diapers that are clean, 4 unrolled
worn-but-not-used printed disposable diapers, half an opened pack of clean
NorthShore Overnight supreme diapers fall out and land on the ground too.
TrashSquirrel:
SHHHHIT!
Chris: Can you
let me…out please? WAIT! Don’t dump that stuff on me!!!!
TrashSquirrel empties the second 97 gallon can into the
hopper then comes over to Christie, grabs her by her left hand and then he
yanks her forcefully over to the side of the hopper.
Christie: NO!
STOP! PUT….ME….DOWN! NO! NOT….in…THERE!!! EEEEW! YUCK!!!! My diapers!!!
My…comfy…diapers!!!! NOOOOOOO!
TrashSquirrel silently picks Christie up and then tosses her
into the hopper on top of the moving packer blade. Christie lands on her back
with HER legs still dangling over the side. TrashSquirrel flips them in then
bends down to pick up the diapers that had fallen out, tossing them all into
the hopper and on top of the still advancing compactor blade before the blade
starts to retract. The blade continues to retract under Christie and the
diapers and other trash. Once the blade retracts, Christie falls down into the
hopper floor on top of the blade guide in the middle of the hopper floor with a
slight thud. Then TrashSquirrel starts the compactor again and then poor
Christie rises up as the bags of her diapers begin to bunch up and balloon up
and then pop, causing her to fall back on top of the blade as it advances and
crushes the load into the packer container.
Christie: HEY!
Make…it…STOP! It’s crushing my brother and his diaper!!!! I don’t WANNA be in
here!!!! Don’t crush me against him PLEASE?????
TrashSquirrel:
OH……be quiet trash! Gotta make more room for more trash! Don’t worry! I will be
making a trip to the landfill soon!
Chris: NOOO! NOT
THIS…again! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!
Chris’s diaper balloons up and then bursts out of the left
side at the leg elastics with a lot of wet padding popping out as the pressure
of the compactor presses hard against him with bags popping and diapers falling
out of the bags and into the hopper. Christie falls down into the hopper on top
of some open, loose and very wet diapers of hers that were lying open now with
their inner padding facing up. As her head and body fell into the hopper, her
head landed right into the middle of that diaper then the diaper began to wrap
itself around Christie’s head as the compactor blade cycled again. Christie was
unable to see what was happening now as she was being forcefully shoved across
the floor of the hopper on top of diapers that were starting to fold and buckle
up underneath her. As her legs were getting diapers pressed against them as her
legs were pressed against the popped black trash bags, the diapers around her
head began to press SUPER, SUPER, SUPER hard against her face causing her nose
to smash down making it hard for her to breathe until the pressure released. Christie’s
diaper also began to bust around the elastics around her left butt cheek,
causing some of her wet padding to slowly ooze from her diaper.
As all of this was happening, TrashSquirrel had tossed the
remaining items from the curb into the hopper then jumped back into the cab and
was already about to stop at the next stop.
At the next stop, TrashSquirrel jumps out of the cab and
starts tossing the trash bags from the cans into the hopper. Chris is wedged in
between the packed diapers and other trash from his stop but he can still see
what TrashSquirrel is tossing in. It stinks really badly and he moans because
he knows that the compactor will soon be started. Christie’s muffled moans were
heard as well as TrashSquirrel started the compactor again.
Chris: (Trying to
talk to the trash man) HEY, Sir? Can…you let me…out now? I need my diaper
changed! It…POPPED and now there is padding all…OVER the place! I have it in my
hair and all over me too!
TrashSquirrel:
Sorry dude! You’re…trash! I’m NOT getting you out! You are going to the
landfill!
Chris: What are
they going to do with me at the landfill?
TrashSquirrel:
When I dump you, your sister and this load of trash, they art going to burry
you two under all of the trash and cover you both and everything up with dirt! Can’t
talk now, gotta go now! It’s PACKER TIME!!!
TrashSquirrel hits the packer button on the side of the
hopper and then activates the packer then gets back into the cab and goes to
the next stop. As the packer advances, the bags begin to slide across the
hopper floor then start pressing REALLY, REALLY hard against Chris’ body and
face.
At the next stop,
TrashSquirrel tosses in some black bags that have a lot of wet and dirty
diapers in them into the hopper along with a few plushie stuffed animals, a
stroller, an old diaper bag that still was full of diapers that hadn’t been
used in nearly five years, and some toy plastic cars and trucks. Once
TrashSquirrel was done tossing everything into the hopper, he hit the compactor
button and then got back into the cab to quickly get to the next stop. As the
compactor started to advance, the plastic toys began to break and shatter into
pieces as the plushie toy began to bunch up. The bags behind, began to balloon
up and started popping and as they popped, some of the loose, unrolled wet
disposable diapers began to fall out into the hopper as the packer blade
retracted.
The truck stopped and TrashSquirrel jumped from the cab and
then started tossing bag after bag of trash into the hopper there were a LOT of
black bags and white bags in a pile at the curb. The house was a home daycare
and always had a lot of bags full of diapers and other trash. TrashSquirrel
usually didn’t use the pre-crusher much but TrashSquirrel knew that this stop
always had a lot of trash. As he piled in the diaper genie full of wet and
dirty diapers, the six black heavy bags full of diapers, and the four other
white bags full of bathroom and kitchen trash along with two strollers and a
blue and red potty seat, he started the compactor cycle and then as the cycle
continued and the trash wasn’t being packed as it should be, TrashSquirrel
lowered the pre-crusher then hit the packer button again. THIS held the bags
down while the packer crushed the loads of bagged diapers and trash very, hard!
By now, Chris and his sister Christie were wedged between a LOT of other trash
and weren’t visible nor could they be heard. As TrashSquirrel tossed more and
more trash into the hopper and ran cycles of the packer each time, the truck
continued to get fuller and fuller. Soon, the load in the truck became “packed
out” so TrashSquirrel then drives the six miles to the landfill and then pulls
up to the scales at the scale-house at the landfill. He punches in the weight
of his truck and his account number and driver number before the weight is
taken. Then he drives off the scales and heads up to the tip-face. TrashSquirrel
then is directed to a specific cell where he backs up and then opens the
tailgate as the container begins to rise. Once all of the trash was emptied out onto the ground and
both Chris and Christie were now lying slumped over bags of trash and with
diapers partly covering them, TrashSquirrel began to pull his truck forward and
then lowered the now empty packer container then left the landfill to go
collect more trash.
Chris: (In a very
weak voice, weakly trying to reach out for the trash truck to call it back)
Come….back! I’m not….trash!!!!
(Looking over at his thickly diapered sister lying there
partly covered with black trash bags, loose trash with a few of her diaper’s
tapes sticking to her diaper) SIS! Are you…ok???
Christie: UUUUH!
Do…I…LOOK…ok…to YOU???? UUUUH! (Groaning as she answered)
Suddenly, the landfill compactor came over and started to
push the newly dumped load across the ground spreading it out along the
moistened clay-laden dirt. As the load was pushed, Chris got avalanched under
more and more trash as he struggled with the last of his strength to grab hold
of the trash plow in front of the 55 ton Bomag landfill compactor. Chris was
able to grab onto the top edge and hold on for a few minutes. The Compactor
operator suddenly saw two hands appear at the top of the plow edge and he
stopped. He got out and came around to the front. Surveying the load, he got
onto his radio to tell the landfill director, manager and supervisor of his
sudden discovery.
Landfill compactor
operator: I have a real LIVE one
here…..I need some assistance in getting him free……
The landfill director, the landfill supervisor, and the landfill manager all come over to the
front of the compactor and see Chris barely holding on. Chris looks relieved
for the moment as they all stand around talking. Then the supervisor takes a
look at Chris wearing only his diapers and realizes that he and another girl
were going to be brought there for disposal and he had been informed of it.
Landfill supervisor:
Wait…he and this girl were supposed to be brought here in this load….for
disposal. So, let’s get back to work. It’s all good.
Landfill Director:
AH…yes…..he’s right…I remember the memo….I think I have them on the
list…..(Taking the clipboard and flipping through some sheets of paper.) YEP!
Here they are….OK let’s get back to work…..
The Landfill compactor operator shrugs his shoulders and
then walks back towards the cab of the compactor to get back in. The Landfill
director stays for a minute to tell poor Chris that he is about to be buried
under a lot of trash.
Landfill Director:
Sorry dude….you now belong to us! It’s disposal time now…bye-bye kido!
Chris:
but….but…..but…..HEY! let me OUT! PLEASE!!! I’m NOT trash!!!!
AS the landfill compactor operator starts the 55 ton Bomag
compactor back up and continues to plow the trash loads with Chris still inside
along the landfill cell evenly, Chris ends up loosing his grip as the landfill
compactor operator shakes his hands off the edge. Chris ends up slipping
underneath the compactor between the wheels missing the gruesome crushing he
would have been subjected to. Chris now is laying there partly covered with
some strands of what used to be a black trash bag and some of his scattered and
tattered disposable diapers as the slight breeze blows across him.
Meanwhile, the large 55 ton Bomag landfill compactor is now
doing the same thing to his sister in the opposite direction in the same cell.
He can hear her letting out a scream as she too slips between and under the
compactor as some of the load of trash also now accompanies her now as she lies
onto her back on top of three popped trash bags that are now laying out and
exposed waiting for more trash to get spread out over them.
As the day wears on….more and more trash comes to the
landfill and is spread out as evenly as possible by the two landfill
compactors. As the end of the day grows nearer an nearer, the dump truck with
more fill dirt comes around as two large bucket loaders begin the process of
layering on layer after layer of clay-laden dirt. Both Chris and Christie are
left with their heads still sticking out of the dirt as the four layers of
heavy dirt are packed by both the compactor and the bucket loaders. Around six
o’clock, the landfill has closed and now every employee is now getting off work
and going home until early Monday morning because this landfill is not open on
weekends.
The End.
TrashSquirrel started his weekly route and was out at the first stop by 4:00 am.
Today was different. Today his boss had informed him that
someone at one of the stops along his route, that had a lot of people living
there, that they had called and requested that they be allowed to dispose of
their diapered son that was disabled in the trash. They said that they had
written consent from the legislature, the department of health and environment
as well as the county commissioners to do so. TrashSquirrel’s boss reluctantly
agreed to allow this due to the landfill also accepting this waste.
The mother and father came into the office at the trash
collection company with copies of the signed letters of consent and they gave
them to the manager of the company.
They had also brought their two kids that they wished to
dispose of that week.
Ted: (Trash
Company Manager): Hi there, what is YOUR name?
Boy: Chris
Ted: and what is
YOUR name little girl?
Girl: Chrissie.
Ted: Those sound
like nice names.
The manager authorized the acceptance with his signature and
then he lifted the office phone receiver and called the company landfill to
authorize the acceptance of the diapered boy, the diapered girl and all of
their things. Once he hung up, he replaced the receiver, and then informed the
parents that they would take their diapered kids as trash when the trash truck
came by.
Ted: On trash
day, have your diapered kids and everything out at the curb and waiting for the
driver by 7:30 am. The Driver will load them and take them to the landfill and
I will see YOU two…..on trash day!!!
Father: Is there
an extra fee that we need to pay?
Ted: Yes, as a
matter of fact….there is. The fees are $40 per kid and $30 for the entire load
of trash.
Mother to Father:
honey……that seems cheap. I have $60 in cash right here….what do you have?
Father to Mother:
I have….(pulling out cash from pocket) $80. We can swing it…..
The kids’ father takes his wife’s $60 and then takes HIS $60
and gives it to The Company manger.
Ted: Thanks. I
will print you a receipt.
The Receipt prints and the company manager gives the father
the white copy.
Father: Thanks.
The Father hands his wife the receipt and all four of them
leave the office, get into their car and then drive home, only stopping along
the way to pick up some more baby powder and wipes.
The family returns home and the mother goes to the kids’
room to change both of their diapers and get them down for their daily nap. Once
all that was done, the couple sat down on he couch and began to talk about what
they would do with their new found freedom. The father suggested that they
start getting of the kids’ clothes out and bagged up and made ready for
disposal. The mother agrees. She gets right up, goes to the hallway closet that
contains all of the kids’ extra cloth diapers, onesies, footed sleepers plastic
pants and quite a few unopened packs of disposable diapers too. The mother
starts to take out three large, black 65 gallon trash bags, and then she opens
the first one, then starts tossing everything she took out of the closet that
belongs to the kids, into the first bag until it was full. Then she tied the
bag up and sets it aside. Next, she grabs one of the new bags, opens it up, and
then quietly goes into the kids’ room and into their closet. She turns the
closet light on, then starts taking their clothes out of the closet, off the
hangers and puts them into the bag until that bag is full.
The ONLY things left are two opened packages of disposable
diapers, three dozen toddler sized cloth diapers, and four pair of printed
plastic pants as well as four clean onesies and two white dirty ones.
Meanwhile, it has been close to three hours since their
mother had started cleaning out everything that was being disposed of that
week. Chris wakes up in his safety bed and sits up looking at what his mom is
doing for a little while.
Chris: Mommy?
Katherine: Yes
sweetie…..
Chris: What are
you doing with all of my clothes and all of my cloth diapers????
Katherine: Well
hon, your father and I are throwing them all into the trash this week. The
trash man will take them tomorrow.
Chris: How come
you are throwing away all of my disposable diapers too, the clean ones mommy?
Katherine: they
are being taken out as trash too. You won’t be needing them any more.
Chris: Why mommy?
Katherine: I am
so sorry to have to tell you this….but you and your sister are being thrown
away tomorrow when the trash man comes. Your father and I JUST paid the trash
company to take you two. They told us to have you two out at the curb with
everything we are throwing away by as early as 7:30 am. That is really early
son, so I want to get everything out there tonight so that ALL we have to do is
carry you two outside and lay you across the trash cans and on the trash bags
in the morning as we all wait for the trash man.
Chris: MOMMY! You
are throwing my sister and I away???? WHY?????
Katherine: Honey,
your father and I are tired of diapering you two! We had high hopes that you
two would have been out of diapers by now. It is SUCH a drain…on our incomes
and we really don’t want to do this any more. We TRIED to adopt you out but NO
adoption agency had room for you two and we put ads in the paper and got no
calls.
We have no choice. We called the state people and they sent
us a letter approving us to dispose of you two as trash. So, we took the
letters to the trash company and they accepted you two. We even had to pay
their fees. You now belong to the trash company.
Chris: NOOOOOO!
PLEASE!!! Don’t let them take us!!!! I don’t WANNA be trash!!!! Will I get my diapers changed before you take my sister and
I out to the curb?
Katherine: NO, I
am afraid not. That is why I am going to diaper you two in super, super bulky
and thick diapers as I can….tonight when it’s time to go to bed. That way…..you
will still be somewhat comfy when we take you out there in the morning even if your
diapers are soaked. The trash men don’t care if your diapers are wet or not
anyhow.
Chris: Will I get
anything to drink as I wait for the trash man?
Katherine. NO…I’m
sorry you will not.
Just then, the father walks in carrying the three cases of
unused clean thick disposable diapers from the garage into the kids’ room.
Patrick: (Kid’s
father) I brought these three cases of their diapers in so we can either use a
few then dispose of what is left or we can just throw them all way now.
Katherine: Babe,
they still have most the packs I opened yesterday. They have only used two
diapers out of each pack. Go ahead and throw the packs away.
Patrick:
OK…out…they go! Kids? Say GOOD BYE to your nice, comfy, clean disposable
diapers!!!!!
Their father picks the cases up and carries them outside
where he leaves the packs on the top of the overflowing 32 gallon trash cans
already at the curb before coming back into the house to take the black bags
outside where he leaves them behind the trash cans.
Patrick then comes back inside and sits down in his recliner
to watch some TV.
Katherine is still busy loading the last of the 32 gallon
cans full of clean and dirty cloth diapers, plastic pants and a few new packs
of Huggies, Pampers and Parent’s Choice disposable diapers in size six and size
seven.
Chris: Mommy? Can
I…have a few of my diapers please????
Katherine: Sorry
sweetie, once they are trash, I’m not taking them back out again. They are
dirty now. When you get put into the trash truck, you will get all of your
diapers then.
Chris: But MOMMY!
I don’t WANNA be trash!
Katherine: You do
NOT have a CHOICE!!!!
Chris: Who is
going first to the curb?
Katherine: Your
sister will. She is the closest to the door.
Christie wakes up and sits up in her safety bed and wipes
her eyes.
Christie: What
are you doing Mommy? Why are you taking all of our cloth diapers and those new
packs of our comfy diapers and putting them into that trash can????
Katherine: I am
throwing them all away. They are trash now.
Christie:
But…don’t you need them to put on us????
Katherine: Since
you just woke up, I have to tell you that your father and I are throwing you
and your brother away tomorrow on trash day. You now belong to the trash
company. They are coming to take you with all of your things.
Christie:
Wait…WHAT????? What do you mean mommy?
Katherine: Honey,
your father and I are tired of diapering you two! We had high hopes that you
two would have been out of diapers by now. It is SUCH a drain…on our incomes
and we really don’t want to do this any more. YOU and your sister just go
through too many diapers!!!!!!
Christie:
So…..that’s it? We are trash now? Was THAT what you two were talking about with
that man in that office? I WONDERED why he told us “he would see us on trash
day!” So…we belong to them now?
Katherine: I am
afraid so……tomorrow morning the trash man is going to come and take you two and
we won’t need you any more.
Christie: But I
am NOT going to become trash!!! I will NOT go out there!!!!
Katherine:
OH….YES…YOU…WILL!!!! Do you want to go out there NOW????
Christie; GO
ahead! DO IT! I bet you won’t!!!!
Katherine: OK
then, you…are NOW going RIGHT outside to the curb and once I put you out there,
you are NOT coming back in here! NO diaper changes, NO milk bottles and you
WILL spend the night out there! Do you really want this????
Katherine takes Christie's hand and starts to tug her in the
direction of the bedroom doorway.
Christie: OK! OK!
O…K!!!! But can I at LEAST have my diaper changed before I go out?
Katherine: Yes. I
am going to diaper you and your brother in nice, super, super thick diapers
tonight before you two go to bed and that way, I won’t need to change your
diapers before taking you two out to the curb in the morning! If you give
me….ANY MORE trouble today, you WILL be spending the rest of the time in a nice
full trash bag waiting to be taken out in the morning! Do you hear me?????
Christie: (With a
solemn look on her face.) YES…MOMMY!!!!!
Katherine: Now…..would you like to help take more of the
cases of your nice, comfy, thick disposable diapers out to the curb????
Christie: Yes
mommy, I will help…….
Katherine: Your
father is going to be busy taking your beds apart and then taking them out to
the curb for disposal with your blankets, sheets and everything else that goes
with them.
Chris: But where
will we sleep tonight????
Katherine: YOU
and your sister will sleep in your cribs tonight and then I will come and wake
you two up at 6:00 and then I will take you both outside to the curb to wait
for the trash man to come. As we wait, you two can stand or sit next to me so
that I know both of you won’t try to run away.
Katherine takes Chrissie to the garage then hands her two
packs of her unopened thick disposable diapers.
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Once Christie has the two packs in her hands, her mom picks
up the cardboard box filled with the remaining packs of diapers and carries it
out side to the curb with Christie in tow. Katherine puts the box of diapers
down on the ground then turns to take the two packs of diapers from Christie.
She then puts the two packs of diapers on top of the trash bags sitting at the
curb behind the trash cans.
Katherine: OK Christie, let’s go inside and change your diaper again. I am going to change
your diapers every half hour now, wet or not and throw them away. I need to try
to use up the rest of the diapers in the two packs in your room before the
trash men come.
Katherine puts her right hand on Christie's left shoulder
and guides her back into the house.
Once inside the house, Christie's mom guides her into her
room and leaves her standing near the dressers while she gets the diaper out of
the package and opens it up.
Katherine: OK
sweetie, its diaper changing time…..lay down right there on the floor. That’s
my girl. OK mommy will change you now and in half an hour, if you are wet or
not I am going to change you again….
Christie: But
MOMMY! Isn’t that a waste of diapers?????
Katherine: No, it
isn’t sweetie. I’d much rather throw away dry diapers that have been worn than
clean unused diapers which IS a waste of diapers. We HAVE to throw away all of
the left-over diapers that you and your brother have because you won’t be able
to use them and we have NO use for them once you two are gone. Now lift up for
mommy so I can take your diaper off of you.
Katherine changes Christie's diaper and as she pulls the wet
one out from under her, she plops it onto her chest while she puts the clean
one on. Then, Katherine opens up the clean, thick bulky, slightly stiff
NorthShore Overnight Supreme diaper and then lifts Christie’s bottom as she
slides the diaper underneath her. Then once her bottom is in the padding of the
clean diaper, Katherine starts to add eight toddler sized cloth pre-fold
diapers into the already thick disposable diaper for added absorbency, layering
them, four in front and four in back, with each layer of cloth diapers
overlapping each other slightly in the center. Then Katherine grabs a baby
powder bottle, opens it with a little puff, and then begins to shake a TON of
the powder into the diapers in front and in back before taking the front wings of the thick diapers and
pulling them up and fastening the tapes.
Once she gets the clean one on, she takes the wet one from
Christie’s Chest in one hand and helps Christie up with the other. Poor
Christie can’t put her legs together because her clean, super, super thick and
bulky diapers won’t allow it.
Katherine: Its
6:00 pm now hon, and the trash can full of your diapers is full and needs to be
taken out now. YOU…can help me take the diapers I JUST took off of you out there
for disposal. Let’s go…come on…here….carry your diapers…..
Christie: Do I
HAVE to carry them mommy? Will the trash man care if my diapers are wet or not?
What if my diapers are leaking?
Katherine: Yes
baby, you do. ….the trash men won’t care if your diapers are wet and leaking or
not…they are just going to take you, load you into their NICE, COMFY trash
truck then take you away.
Katherine leads Christie out of the front door and down the
front walkway and then out to the curb, wearing ONLY the diapers she just got
changed into. Katherine stands in front of the tall and wide trash barrel
already at the curb.
Katherine:
(Opening the lid and flipping it over so that Christie can toss in her diapers) OK baby, toss your diapers in and then lets go back into the
house and get you your last bottle for the night and then…it’s bedtime for you
little one.
Katherine then reaches behind the tall and wide can and then
flips the lid closed. Then Katherine and Christie go back into the house to get
Chris ready for disposal.
Katherine walks into the front door, and then closes it
behind her. Then she goes into Chris’ room where he is and starts gathering all
of the diapers she will need to change Chris for disposal.
Katherine: Hey
Chris, it’s time for a diaper change.
Chris: I’m not
wet yet mommy.
Katherine: I
don’t care. I’m changing your diaper, wet or not. Once I am done changing you, all
of your diapers and clothing are going RIGHT out to the curb for the night until
the trash men come.
Chris: Is THIS
going to be…the LAST diapers I get to wear mommy?
Katherine:
OF…COURSE! You are trash now!
Chris:
But…But…WAIT! Don’t I get to choose the diapers I want to wear?
Katherine: NO,
sorry! After I am done changing you, you will get your last bottle and then
it’s time for bed.
Katherine sets all of the diapering supplies down next to
Chris and then lays him down on the floor in the living room. She then starts
to unfasten the tapes of Chris’ clean and still dry Star Diapers.
Once she gets the tapes unfastened, she pulls the front of the diaper down, and
then she gets the clean star diaper opened and ready. Then she takes the eight
ex-diaper service, toddler sized pre-fold cloth diapers and then puts four into
the back of the star diaper then she puts the other four into the front
temporarily until she can slide the other diaper out and slide the clean star
diaper under Chris’ bottom. Then Katherine slides the old, not wet star diaper out
and then slides the new diaper under Chris before she starts to fold and layer
all of the cloth pre-fold diapers. Once the cloth pre-fold diapers are folded
up and layered, she takes one of Chris’ bottles of baby powder and nearly
shakes the whole bottle into his front and back of the diapers before she takes
out half of the wipes and individually tosses them into his diaper, all wadded
up. Then she takes the front wings, and then pulls the front of the star diaper
up and begins fastening the tapes on each side.
Katherine:
(grabbing the now folded over Star Diaper and then taking Chris’ hands and
helping him up) OK Chris…..time to dispose of your diapers now. Take your
diapers (Hands Chris his diapers) and carry them outside to the trash cans at
the curb for mommy….
As Chris takes his diaper, Katherine goes into Chris’ closet
and takes out the last of the two packs of his Star Diapers,
one pack is opened and only has two diapers used from it and
the other is
unopened, and then takes Chris’ right hand and then leads him to
the front door, then outside to the front walkway, on their way to the curb out
in front. Chris had been wearing a baby blue onesie bodysuit that was now
unsnapped in the crotch.
Chris: Mommy? Can
I have you take my onesie off please? I don’t wanna wear it!
Katherine: Yes,
in JUST…a moment…
Katherine set the two packs of diapers down next to the
trash can then Katherine began to take the onesie off. As Chris stood out at
the curb with the trash can lid opened, Katherine instructed Chris to raise his
arms up above his head while she rolled the onesie up and then pulled it off.
Katherine: OK
Chris, now put your arms up above your head for a little bit so I can get your
onesie off. GOOD…boy……
Once the onesie was off and in her hands, Katherine dropped
the onesie on top of one of the packs of diapers before she reached behind the
can and flipped the lid closed again.
Katherine: Ok
Chris, let’s get back inside now. It’s time for bed now.
Katherine and Chris go back into the house. Chris is
waddling from all of the thick diapers that he has on and as he waddles, the
plastic of his thick diapers crinkles loudly.
Katherine and Chris go right into his room and his mom helps
him into his large crib then she raises the side and then locks it then she
turns the light out and closes the door with just a crack still open.
Katherine: Ok
Chris, Your father and I still have a few things to bring out to the trash cans
while you sleep. Morning will come fast so…get as much rest as you can. Good
night.
Around 7:00 pm, Katherine and carrying large black trash
bags full of Chrissie’s Clothing and Chris’ Clothing. Katherine drops
Chrissie’s bags of clothing next to the can to the right because the can is
almost full and she still has several diaper pails to empty into the can.
Patrick comes out, dragging four tall, fully filled black
trash bags of Chris’ clothes then he leaves the bags right next to the can.
Then the two of them go back into the house again and then they both return
carrying three cases of their unused, clean packs of their star diapers and NorthShore
diapers. As they approach the two cans, Katherine tells Pat to take the packs
out of the cardboard boxes and toss them right into the cans.
Katherine: Honey?
Go ahead and take the packs of diapers out of the boxes and then toss them into
the cans. Then once we’re done with that, let’s go back inside and get their
three diaper pails and empty them into the cans.
Patrick:
Sure….that works.
Both Patrick and Katherine unlock the lids on both cans and
then flip the lids over so that they can start tossing the unused packs of
clean diapers into the cans. Box by box, they toss the diapers from the boxes
right into the cans. Then, when they are done, they reach over and flip the lids
closed again. Then, the two leave the empty boxes by the curb and go back into
the house again to go and drag out the six diaper pails between the two.
(Three pails each)
Once both Katherine and Patrick have made the three trips
back and forth to and from the house, bringing all six of the diaper pails from
both Christie's room and Chris’ room, they flip the lids open again and then
start emptying each of the diaper pails into the cans.
They both spread the loose, a few unrolled, folded-over wet
diapers and the rolled up messy diapers out as the diapers spill out into the
cans.
The night was filled with cold air and the occasional sounds
of people and cars going by until around 3 am when Chris had fallen asleep
finally. What seemed like only a few hours later, around 7:40 am, a very loud
sound of a large diesel engine and squeaking air brakes in the neighborhood
woke Chris up startled. Knowing that was the sound of the approaching trash
truck, Chris flooded his thick diapers to the point of almost leaking!!! He began
to shake and quiver in fear! Katherine came into his room and then unlocked the
side and let it down quickly. She then helped Chris out and onto his feet then
she went to Christie’s room and got HER out of HER crib then she lead the both
of them outside through the front door and then down the walkway and then out
to the curb to wait for the approaching loud trash truck in the cool, crisp
spring air. As the sounds came closer and closer, the trash truck could be seen
coming closer and closer and before everyone knew it, the trash truck had
pulled up right in front of the cans. The trash truck driver, known as
“TrashSquirrel” on a popular social media video site, jumped out of the cab,
grabbed the six black trash bags, one at a time, tossing them into the hopper
of his Labrie manual side loader trash truck. Once he had the bags tossed, it
was now time to start emptying the four tall, wide trash cans that were very
over-filled for some reason, and rather heavy this week.
TrashSquirrel: Hey you two, you out here to watch me dump all of your trash?
Katherine: No,
actually, didn’t your boss tell you that you had two diapered people to pick up
as trash this week?
TrashSquirrel: He
DID mention something about that and he pointed that out on my route list….
(Goes back to his cab to get the list out on the clipboard…then he looks at it
in front of Katherine) AWE…yes. Then YOU must be…..Chris and YOU little lady
must be…..Christie…right?
Chris: Yes…that’s
me…PLEASE! Don’t take me as trash! I don’t wanna go in there!!!!
TrashSquirrel:
Well dude, you don’t have a choice! My company OWNS you now! That means…that I
HAVE to take you as trash! If I don’t take you, then my BOSS will get mad at me
and I COULD loose my job for NOT doing my job! I will be a little nice and I
will dump some of your diapers and trash in first then I will toss you in….and
then I will have to run the packer….sorry to say…..
Chris:
Please…sir….Don’t throw my…nice….comfy….clean disposable diapers in there!!!
PLEASE!!!
TrashSquirrel:
(Dumping the first aluminum 32 gallon trash can full of onesies, footed
sleepers, loose cloth diapers and plastic pants into the hopper then putting
the can back down then reaching over and grabbing Chris’s left hand and
forcefully yanking Chris over to the side of the hopper) Do I need to pick you
up and toss you in or will you help me by climbing into the hopper?
Chris: NOOOO!
PLEASE! PLEASE!!! Don’t make me….go in there!!!!
TrashSquirrel:
O…K! Looks like I’m going to have to toss….you in there!!!
TrashSquirrel takes Chris over his shoulder and picks him
up. Then Chris is sat onto the side of the hopper then TrashSquirrel gives
Chris’s Chest a light shove and Chris falls backwards into the hopper with his
legs still dangling over the side. TrashSquirrel flips his legs in then hits
the packer button as he goes over to toss the loose packages of clean diapers
into the hopper as the compactor blade has already advanced half way. The packs
land and then slide across the top of the packer blade. Then TrashSquirrel
empties the first of two 97 gallon cans into the hopper.
Chris: UUUUUUUH!
UUUUUUUUUUUUUH! UH!
Then the Compactor blade starts to retract and Chris and his
diaper spring back into the hopper with some of the other trash and his diapers
and clothing as the packs of diapers and the rest of the loose diapers and
other trash bags fall into the bottom of the hopper floor on top of his face
and body. TrashSquirrel then empties the second 97 gallon overfilled can and as
the can gets picked up, some of the loose, unrolled wet diapers fall out and
onto the ground. A few loose cloth pre-fold diapers that are clean, 4 unrolled
worn-but-not-used printed disposable diapers, half an opened pack of clean
NorthShore Overnight supreme diapers fall out and land on the ground too.
TrashSquirrel:
SHHHHIT!
Chris: Can you
let me…out please? WAIT! Don’t dump that stuff on me!!!!
TrashSquirrel empties the second 97 gallon can into the
hopper then comes over to Christie, grabs her by her left hand and then he
yanks her forcefully over to the side of the hopper.
Christie: NO!
STOP! PUT….ME….DOWN! NO! NOT….in…THERE!!! EEEEW! YUCK!!!! My diapers!!!
My…comfy…diapers!!!! NOOOOOOO!
TrashSquirrel silently picks Christie up and then tosses her
into the hopper on top of the moving packer blade. Christie lands on her back
with HER legs still dangling over the side. TrashSquirrel flips them in then
bends down to pick up the diapers that had fallen out, tossing them all into
the hopper and on top of the still advancing compactor blade before the blade
starts to retract. The blade continues to retract under Christie and the
diapers and other trash. Once the blade retracts, Christie falls down into the
hopper floor on top of the blade guide in the middle of the hopper floor with a
slight thud. Then TrashSquirrel starts the compactor again and then poor
Christie rises up as the bags of her diapers begin to bunch up and balloon up
and then pop, causing her to fall back on top of the blade as it advances and
crushes the load into the packer container.
Christie: HEY!
Make…it…STOP! It’s crushing my brother and his diaper!!!! I don’t WANNA be in
here!!!! Don’t crush me against him PLEASE?????
TrashSquirrel:
OH……be quiet trash! Gotta make more room for more trash! Don’t worry! I will be
making a trip to the landfill soon!
Chris: NOOO! NOT
THIS…again! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!
Chris’s diaper balloons up and then bursts out of the left
side at the leg elastics with a lot of wet padding popping out as the pressure
of the compactor presses hard against him with bags popping and diapers falling
out of the bags and into the hopper. Christie falls down into the hopper on top
of some open, loose and very wet diapers of hers that were lying open now with
their inner padding facing up. As her head and body fell into the hopper, her
head landed right into the middle of that diaper then the diaper began to wrap
itself around Christie’s head as the compactor blade cycled again. Christie was
unable to see what was happening now as she was being forcefully shoved across
the floor of the hopper on top of diapers that were starting to fold and buckle
up underneath her. As her legs were getting diapers pressed against them as her
legs were pressed against the popped black trash bags, the diapers around her
head began to press SUPER, SUPER, SUPER hard against her face causing her nose
to smash down making it hard for her to breathe until the pressure released. Christie’s
diaper also began to bust around the elastics around her left butt cheek,
causing some of her wet padding to slowly ooze from her diaper.
As all of this was happening, TrashSquirrel had tossed the
remaining items from the curb into the hopper then jumped back into the cab and
was already about to stop at the next stop.
At the next stop, TrashSquirrel jumps out of the cab and
starts tossing the trash bags from the cans into the hopper. Chris is wedged in
between the packed diapers and other trash from his stop but he can still see
what TrashSquirrel is tossing in. It stinks really badly and he moans because
he knows that the compactor will soon be started. Christie’s muffled moans were
heard as well as TrashSquirrel started the compactor again.
Chris: (Trying to
talk to the trash man) HEY, Sir? Can…you let me…out now? I need my diaper
changed! It…POPPED and now there is padding all…OVER the place! I have it in my
hair and all over me too!
TrashSquirrel:
Sorry dude! You’re…trash! I’m NOT getting you out! You are going to the
landfill!
Chris: What are
they going to do with me at the landfill?
TrashSquirrel:
When I dump you, your sister and this load of trash, they art going to burry
you two under all of the trash and cover you both and everything up with dirt! Can’t
talk now, gotta go now! It’s PACKER TIME!!!
TrashSquirrel hits the packer button on the side of the
hopper and then activates the packer then gets back into the cab and goes to
the next stop. As the packer advances, the bags begin to slide across the
hopper floor then start pressing REALLY, REALLY hard against Chris’ body and
face.
At the next stop,
TrashSquirrel tosses in some black bags that have a lot of wet and dirty
diapers in them into the hopper along with a few plushie stuffed animals, a
stroller, an old diaper bag that still was full of diapers that hadn’t been
used in nearly five years, and some toy plastic cars and trucks. Once
TrashSquirrel was done tossing everything into the hopper, he hit the compactor
button and then got back into the cab to quickly get to the next stop. As the
compactor started to advance, the plastic toys began to break and shatter into
pieces as the plushie toy began to bunch up. The bags behind, began to balloon
up and started popping and as they popped, some of the loose, unrolled wet
disposable diapers began to fall out into the hopper as the packer blade
retracted.
The truck stopped and TrashSquirrel jumped from the cab and
then started tossing bag after bag of trash into the hopper there were a LOT of
black bags and white bags in a pile at the curb. The house was a home daycare
and always had a lot of bags full of diapers and other trash. TrashSquirrel
usually didn’t use the pre-crusher much but TrashSquirrel knew that this stop
always had a lot of trash. As he piled in the diaper genie full of wet and
dirty diapers, the six black heavy bags full of diapers, and the four other
white bags full of bathroom and kitchen trash along with two strollers and a
blue and red potty seat, he started the compactor cycle and then as the cycle
continued and the trash wasn’t being packed as it should be, TrashSquirrel
lowered the pre-crusher then hit the packer button again. THIS held the bags
down while the packer crushed the loads of bagged diapers and trash very, hard!
By now, Chris and his sister Christie were wedged between a LOT of other trash
and weren’t visible nor could they be heard. As TrashSquirrel tossed more and
more trash into the hopper and ran cycles of the packer each time, the truck
continued to get fuller and fuller. Soon, the load in the truck became “packed
out” so TrashSquirrel then drives the six miles to the landfill and then pulls
up to the scales at the scale-house at the landfill. He punches in the weight
of his truck and his account number and driver number before the weight is
taken. Then he drives off the scales and heads up to the tip-face. TrashSquirrel
then is directed to a specific cell where he backs up and then opens the
tailgate as the container begins to rise. Once all of the trash was emptied out onto the ground and
both Chris and Christie were now lying slumped over bags of trash and with
diapers partly covering them, TrashSquirrel began to pull his truck forward and
then lowered the now empty packer container then left the landfill to go
collect more trash.
Chris: (In a very
weak voice, weakly trying to reach out for the trash truck to call it back)
Come….back! I’m not….trash!!!!
(Looking over at his thickly diapered sister lying there
partly covered with black trash bags, loose trash with a few of her diaper’s
tapes sticking to her diaper) SIS! Are you…ok???
Christie: UUUUH!
Do…I…LOOK…ok…to YOU???? UUUUH! (Groaning as she answered)
Suddenly, the landfill compactor came over and started to
push the newly dumped load across the ground spreading it out along the
moistened clay-laden dirt. As the load was pushed, Chris got avalanched under
more and more trash as he struggled with the last of his strength to grab hold
of the trash plow in front of the 55 ton Bomag landfill compactor. Chris was
able to grab onto the top edge and hold on for a few minutes. The Compactor
operator suddenly saw two hands appear at the top of the plow edge and he
stopped. He got out and came around to the front. Surveying the load, he got
onto his radio to tell the landfill director, manager and supervisor of his
sudden discovery.
Landfill compactor
operator: I have a real LIVE one
here…..I need some assistance in getting him free……
The landfill director, the landfill supervisor, and the landfill manager all come over to the
front of the compactor and see Chris barely holding on. Chris looks relieved
for the moment as they all stand around talking. Then the supervisor takes a
look at Chris wearing only his diapers and realizes that he and another girl
were going to be brought there for disposal and he had been informed of it.
Landfill supervisor:
Wait…he and this girl were supposed to be brought here in this load….for
disposal. So, let’s get back to work. It’s all good.
Landfill Director:
AH…yes…..he’s right…I remember the memo….I think I have them on the
list…..(Taking the clipboard and flipping through some sheets of paper.) YEP!
Here they are….OK let’s get back to work…..
The Landfill compactor operator shrugs his shoulders and
then walks back towards the cab of the compactor to get back in. The Landfill
director stays for a minute to tell poor Chris that he is about to be buried
under a lot of trash.
Landfill Director:
Sorry dude….you now belong to us! It’s disposal time now…bye-bye kido!
Chris:
but….but…..but…..HEY! let me OUT! PLEASE!!! I’m NOT trash!!!!
AS the landfill compactor operator starts the 55 ton Bomag
compactor back up and continues to plow the trash loads with Chris still inside
along the landfill cell evenly, Chris ends up loosing his grip as the landfill
compactor operator shakes his hands off the edge. Chris ends up slipping
underneath the compactor between the wheels missing the gruesome crushing he
would have been subjected to. Chris now is laying there partly covered with
some strands of what used to be a black trash bag and some of his scattered and
tattered disposable diapers as the slight breeze blows across him.
Meanwhile, the large 55 ton Bomag landfill compactor is now
doing the same thing to his sister in the opposite direction in the same cell.
He can hear her letting out a scream as she too slips between and under the
compactor as some of the load of trash also now accompanies her now as she lies
onto her back on top of three popped trash bags that are now laying out and
exposed waiting for more trash to get spread out over them.
As the day wears on….more and more trash comes to the
landfill and is spread out as evenly as possible by the two landfill
compactors. As the end of the day grows nearer an nearer, the dump truck with
more fill dirt comes around as two large bucket loaders begin the process of
layering on layer after layer of clay-laden dirt. Both Chris and Christie are
left with their heads still sticking out of the dirt as the four layers of
heavy dirt are packed by both the compactor and the bucket loaders. Around six
o’clock, the landfill has closed and now every employee is now getting off work
and going home until early Monday morning because this landfill is not open on
weekends.
The End.
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