We sold our former poop trailer, my Christmas present from 2008. It was a 5X8 lift and I loved going to Pacific Topsoil, then Flower World, to cleanse the palate. It was just sitting there and kinda in the way, so I listed it on Craiglist, then it was gone. I know, dumb, but what the hell.
Now we have the Weiner Horses, as the Colonel calls them. Although it is small, dog-scoopable poop, it needs to go somewhere. You can legally dump no more than 10% of your garbage as animal waste (not carcass, mind you, don't want to be doing that!) per my research. I think we'd come in at about 25% per week, so that's out and why miss a chance for the Colonel to wheel and deal over a NEW trailer? It's always about the man for me.
So off we go to look at new dump trailers, specifically, the one advertised on Craigslist. A 4X7 lift dump, so very cute and small for the very cute and small manure. We drove to "Trailer Boss" a new dealership just outside Mukilteo amongst all the RV and Wally World dealerships. There it was, new and shiny and very small. I allowed the Colonel to be the man, all wheeling and dealing (spare tire and new trailer plug electrical converter thingy, woo-hoo, big negotiations!!).
Anyway, during this intense deal, the phone rings and the guy answers and gets all reverent. He says he is with a customer-all-professional-and-suave and then says to us when he hangs up- that was the big guy, my boss. Of course, I had to punt. "OH, WAS IT THE TRAILER BOSS????" Just a blank look from him with a mild appreciative snort of acknowledgment from the Mister. Geez, one of my best and it lands on deaf and lame ears.
Such is my life.
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