I’m a little OCD about germs (okay, a lot). But if you remember, I also love to get a good deal. So, it only makes sense that it came as a pleasant (this is probably the first time I’m using this word to describe trash) surprise to learn that a whole world of metal scrapping exists.
It also ended up being a pleasant (again, strange use of this word) surprise that the previous Bunker Hill home owner was a hoarder — refrigerators, stoves, metal desks — who worked as a machinist = lots of heavy metals.
And so came my introduction to the wonderful world of scrapping. First we piled a dump truck up with all of the metal and then came the waiting, or was it weighting?
And some of these places are actually pretty nice, hmm, or maybe it was just nice that I went there with trash and walked away with cash?
To really appreciate this story you have to know a couple of things about me: I love to shop, and I can’t resist a bargain, but then again, what woman can?
About a month after I quit my job and moved to the burbs, I was having lunch with Neil in the City and as I was dropping him off at work, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to tell him about my morning:
Me: O yeah, I meant to tell you — I bought a house today
Neil: What are you talking about? (looking bewildered)
Me: Remember that house we went to see last week?
Neil: Ummm yes (images of a decrepit hoarder’s home running through his head)
Me: Yep, it’s ours.
And so began my new career…