The Junkyard-It's Crushing Time!

Joey was the owner of the family business that got handed down to him by his father and the business had been started by his grandfather in 1948.
Back then......times were easy.....and business was good. Now, with more scrap cars, trucks, vans, delivery step-vans, old taxis, confiscated street racing vehicles and school buses in his yard, there weren't enough hours in the day to crush enough to make enough to afford so much as a week's worth of groceries let alone barely keep the business running. Now and again.....Joey got old diaper service vans and old washing machines from diaper services, laundromats, and even dry cleaners.
Sometimes, the diaper services leave old loads of cloth diapers in their old delivery vans....clean and dirty ones. The Wash-a-Bye baby diaper service services cloth diapers from birth to adult. A few times, the Wash-A-Bye diaper service has paid to have some diapered person crushed in the diaper service van or an old washer along with some of their old cloth diapers. Joey doesn't care what is left inside the vehicles or washers! Whatever or...whoever is left in the vehicle or washer after it crosses the scale.....becomes his property to...pretty much do whatever he wants with. Sometimes, anyone left in the vehicles or washers had to get weighed on the scale to get accepted by Joey's scrap yard. Today.....the Wash-A-Bye Diaper Service brought in two more of their delivery mini-vans that still had full loads of formerly wet cloth toddler diapers as well as several large canvas draw-string bags full of the man's wet pre-fold cloth diapers, that filled nearly half the van from top to floorboards and right up to the back of the driver and passenger seats.
The man in diapers was helped out of the other SUV and brought over to the scale and made to stand there, wearing only his cloth diapers and plastic pants while the weight was taken and a ticket was generated. 

Kathy: (Scale-House worker) OK sir, now.....just.....stand there for me for a while until I tell you to....get off the scale....OK? 

A Few minutes later....... 

Kathy: (Scale-House worker) Ok sir, time to....get off the scale now......

Then the man was forced over to the old diaper service van, shoved back inside and then the doors were closed and then something was put against the door to keep it from opening. 

Then, a truck drove up from the Wash-A-Bye diaper service,

a couple more diapered people were pulled out wearing only their cloth diapers.....one man that was short like a midget and one female wearing Betty Boop print plastic pants. The short man and the Blond girl along with four large 100 gallon black bags full of cloth diapers.....mostly clean ones that were just old and frayed.....at the ends....or ripped, torn or had holes in them,  were brought out as well. The short midget and the blond were brought to the scale to get weighed. They were forced onto the scales to get weighed and a ticket generated. Same went for the bags of cloth diapers.

Blond Woman: Watch it there......Where are you taking me? 

Bruno: I.....I am taking you...and this man here......over to the scale-house to get weighed then.....you two will get stuffed back into the vehicles you came in.....got it? 

Blond Woman: Yeah...I got it!!! How long..will I BE......here before the truck I am in....gets crushed? 

Bruno: OH......not...TOO long......eh....maybe a day.....or two.....OK, You! Get on that....scale there...and just...stand there......OK? 

The Blond Woman stood there, wearing just her diapers, plastic pants, a shirt and some old tattered tennis shoes as Kathy, the scale-house worker took the weight of the woman's diapers and of the woman. Then, once the weight was taken, a ticket was generated and then handed to Bruno whom put it on his clipboard. 

Bruno: OK....time to....get off the scale now.....come with me.......

Blond: Hey! NOW Where are you taking me???? Let....go of me! Why.....are you taking me over to that....truck I was taken out of????

Bruno: We.....are going to.....crush this truck here that is full of these....nasty diapers. You....came with the van.....so.....back in.....ya go!

Blond: Wait! You...are going to...crush this....truck.....with my diapers and I....still in it?

Bruno: Yes.....we....are. We don't care.....

Blond: What of I need my diaper changed?

Bruno: You will just have to change it in there. We don't care if you're wet or not. You are scrap to us...more weight, more weight equals more money!

Blond: Hey! Let..GO of me! Stop...pushing me!!!

Bruno: Get....IN there....scrap! It will be....crushing time soon. We.....are going to crush you and your.....clean and dirty cloth diapers and plastic pants! Once....you, the diapers are crushed in this truck, the truck will soon be loaded onto a semi truck, the semi-truck will take the diaper truck go a scrap metal yard where everything gets weighed again. Then the diaper truck goes into a pile of other scrap until it is time to get shredded in the car shredder.
Now.....as for you.....little diapered scrap.....time to.....get stuffed into one of the diaper service mini vans.....with all of your nice....clean and stinky filthy diapers!!!

Blond: Wait!!! No! Are you.....going to...crush me in that....truck right....away???

Bruno: Yes....we....are! As soon as....the current load gets done and it's unloaded from the crusher, in....ya....go! We....don't want you...and your....diapers around here long....

Bruno walks away to go load the short midget man in cloth diapers and sesame street prints on the vintage plastic pants, Big Bird, Grover, Oscar The Grouch, Ernie, Burt all in a repeating pattern on the vintage plastic pants. Bruno waited by the end of the scale for the scale-house worker ladies to get the weight before he could put the short midget man into one of the wash-a-bye diaper service trucks with all the clean and dirty diapers still left inside.

Kathy: OK sir, time....to get back into the diaper service truck now.....Bruno? Would...you take this diapered scrap over to the diaper service truck and put him back in? Thanks.

Bruno: OK sir, come....with me.....take one of your......bags of diapers there....and carry it over to the truck. There.....got it? OK let's go.

Short Midget man in cloth diapers and Sesame Street print plastic pants: So.....what's the plan here? How long will I have to....be in there till the truck gets crushed?

Bruno: Well, it seems that we will have to keep you in there for at least a week till the rest of the diaper service trucks all get crushed. So...maybe....Friday.......maybe......Saturday......or....by that Monday early in the morning. OK......Toss the canvas bag of diapers in......then I will help you into the back of the truck......good...now...UUUUP ya go! OK....get...nice and comfy....it's going to....take a while.....You have to....stay in the truck the entire time though....so....NO getting back out......we are going to make sure that you can't get out ok?

Bruno Closes the back doors and then the forklift comes and picks the vehicle up, carries it over to a place where Joey has arranged to keep the trucks while they all await being loaded. 

More to Cum soon.....