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The County had a two-bucks-per-tire buyback (up to 10 tires) and I took full advantage of it. I must say it was a display of humanity like one has never seen. Ramshackle vehicles from
Road Warrior, weighed down with tires of all kinds. I happened to have six tires at the garden which had been left there at various times by folks who must have thought they would make good planters; I also had four in the backyard that I had grabbed in various alleys to dispose of when we have the official semi-annual alley sweep (October something or other). But here's the kind of thing that made me insane: there was a nice, tight system where one lane would be let free to enter the dump facility for about ten cars. That lane would stop,
everyone would sit while those vehicles' tires were disposed of, then it was the other lane's turn. Okay? Anyone who sat there for five minutes would get the implied rubric. EXCEPT that every time they did it, some toothless maniacs would think "Hey! I need to get in that other lane!" and try to force their way into the lane that seemed like it would be in eternal, sweet flow. "WHAT ONE?" they bellowed. There was also a lot of Joad-like moving of passengers between vehicles, because it was likely a family affair for the the ages, "Jimmy, run this Red Bull up there to Aunt Inez," etc.
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